When I write here, you listen. It makes me feel like I am saying these things to you, and you get it. It helps me release. Helps me let go. I can’t believe it’s been six months. It seems like a lifetime since the last time I saw you, held your hand, looked into your eyes, loved you.
Today I just wanted you to be there and hold my hand. Tell me everything is gonna be fine….you promised.
How did I ever believe you?
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