Insane how long it has been. Even more insane how typing in this small white box makes me feel 17 all over again. Sitting in my dads office in our home on broken fence lane. Checking my email. Hoping for a message but deep inside know there won’t be one. And in the uncommon moment there is one it will hurt more than if it was empty. To be 33. A mom. Married. (Happily.) How can the past still affect me so much? How can I find my way back to her so fast? or Maybe “she” is “me” and no matter the age she will never leave.
We are all
just fighting to
survive a
world where
“I miss you”
doesn’t mean I’m
coming back,
and
“I love you”
doesn’t mean
I’ll stay.
9:38 p.m. - 2018-05-03
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