It’s been a week now and it’s still really difficult…
I still use a pillow in your place where you slept on me. Still refuse to use the shampoo you left behind because the smell reminds me of you. I’m about to go to work and all I can think about was the last time you were there.
It’s been… too difficult this time around.
If tears could bring us closer, maybe all this crying would be worth it.