I wish it was a joke but it’s not.
I miss him like a limb.
It’s been almost nine months.
I have tried. I really have.
No amount of tattooing my body will make me forget or get over him either.
I don’t want to.
That’s the truth.
I just have to face it.
And unfortunately it’s something that terrifies me.
Thank fuck I have my writing because it’s seriously the only thing that is keeping me sane.