it hurts it hurts it hurts.
this feeling is familiar.
lying in bed, staring at the phone, tossing and turning through sleepless nights. the tears stay unshed behind a very, very thin veil of a smile, and linger there all day long.
and you remember. the day you made the decision that you were going to cross that line and that it was going to be worth it. you always think it's going to be worth it.
but it's not. and now, you would give anything to go back to the day you could just call each other up for coffee, for dinner, for a walk along the river. for a friend. it can just never be that simple anymore.
and you miss that version of yourself: the one that didn't hurt, the one who believed, the one who could love without abandon. that is the person i'm most afraid of losing, and she's slipping...
