Wednesday, February 24, 2016
Fuck.
Losing D, as it turns out, is a hell of a lot harder than I thought it would be.
Because we weren't as close these past few years, that didn't stop my mind from thinking that one day she'd get better. That one day, we would revert to the old days.
Even if it was only a once a year visit where we could get together.
It hasn't been a month, and it seems like the healing processes has yet to begin.
I keep asking myself why I thought this would be easy, and there is no reasonable answer.
A couple of off years does not cancel out 20+.
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