i never make a huge fuss over my birthday. i do my best not to tell anyone who doesn't already know.
i don't want or expect anything for my birthday.
but this year i did - i wished she would have sent me a message. i wish i could speak to her and see her... but to her i no longer exist. i'm tipping she wouldn't even remember that it's my birthday today...
somehow i am meant to let go of what once was. it ain't easy. a constant struggle. on a good day she might only cross my mind once. on other days it's constantly in the forefront of my mind. i miss her so much it hurts. sometimes i lie awake at night thinking about it all as a dull pain covers my chest.
i am still trying to comprehend just exactly how much of a fool i was.
i don't want or expect anything for my birthday.
but this year i did - i wished she would have sent me a message. i wish i could speak to her and see her... but to her i no longer exist. i'm tipping she wouldn't even remember that it's my birthday today...
somehow i am meant to let go of what once was. it ain't easy. a constant struggle. on a good day she might only cross my mind once. on other days it's constantly in the forefront of my mind. i miss her so much it hurts. sometimes i lie awake at night thinking about it all as a dull pain covers my chest.
i am still trying to comprehend just exactly how much of a fool i was.