I only can ever remember being in love once, despite the number of ex’s I have.
And that love has hurt me in so many ways, and it still does to the day.
A year by year, the pain is getting easier, but it doesn’t take much to open that wound again.
And it’s not the physical memory of something someone had done that hurts me, it’s remembering how I felt at that particular moment that hurts me.
It’s like a hole I can never quite fill.
It still makes me almost want to cry.
And want to grasp onto someone to help me stay afloat. Although I know this is just my issue. And everyone is probably sick of it, or don’t even care about it.
But the problem is, he and I used to talk about things like this, in a calm manner. And now I feel like I have nobody to talk to, except on a blog. Which sometimes isn’t the best solution, as putting things to words can make me feel even deeper into the hollowness.
Will there be a day when I won’t feel this anymore?
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