Anytime I try to move on i seem to get worse, I try to unpack and I start to panic. I try to tell myself how great life will be and I just think about how life won't be anymore. two weeks, and I still can't go to sleep with out crying. I still want him to come back. I want him.
But that is ridiculous.
I want to move on, i do. the biggest part of me wants to see this behind me.
It's not fair. I want to be stronger, be better, be happier...then him.
My heart is jumping out of my chest and the lump grows as i try to write this.
I can't get far enough away. I don't want to see him be happier else where. That will just kill me.
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