People like to ask me if I miss you or just having someone there. I know they're trying to help, so I don't tell them, "No, I'm not a fucking idiot. I know how this goes, I've been here before. I've l
I had a dream about you last night. Right on time too, because I've been wanting to reach out to you more and more. And more. I never even get so far as to pick up my phone to type in your number, but
August is weird. I'm devastated and OK and proud and scared. I think to myself there's no way I could be handling this with such grace. I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop, but while I wait I busy