There's something about a year...
...when I can't say "this time last year I was doing this", or "about now was when we were supposed to do this".
I don't feel as bad anymore. I don't know why, and I feel guilty for it, but I search myself and I can't cry at the moment. There's still something missing. There always will be. I'm so glad for what I learned from having you in my life. But I see what's left in the wake of your absence, and can't help but think that you were supposed to stay.
I don't feel as bad anymore. I don't know why, and I feel guilty for it, but I search myself and I can't cry at the moment. There's still something missing. There always will be. I'm so glad for what I learned from having you in my life. But I see what's left in the wake of your absence, and can't help but think that you were supposed to stay.