and before I knew that, I had already begun crying myself to sleep. My mind froze and my heart is below sinking level. I think it's only gotten worse since I begun thinking of the vacation that I love so much. It feels like it could be very real.
And yet, there's so much love.
In my state, I had to ask "Have I really made a difference in your life" and he answered yes... but gave no concrete evidence. He gave no reasoning other than that I had been there for him too.
And it's back where I started texting him, on the bed with tears on my pillow.
If only I could sleep away the pain...
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Fragmented Self who wanders through life like a dreamer and wades through the river of dreams as though it were the only truth left in this world
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