It’s hard, but I can’t escape the pain, I can only get through it. I can only dream of the days that will come, where I feel at peace with what was
I tackled my breakup the way most people tackle a school project. I made lists, I did research, I read articles and books by those who have been in my shoes.
Each person I’ve told has made it harder: the mailman, who delivered a package in his name that he needed to sign for; my neighbors, when they asked how our vacation was; my best high school friend who has known us since the beginning.