Still I find, I can cry. Still. Even having wonderful, amazing, nothing-to-do-with-him news.
I hate that I miss him.
It makes me wonder if I will ever be alright again.
Still I find, I can cry. Still. Even having wonderful, amazing, nothing-to-do-with-him news.
I hate that I miss him.
It makes me wonder if I will ever be alright again.