It’s been over a year since I last heard your voice. I still hear the echoes somewhere in my head, and some days they’re deafening. I know this is what we both wanted, but I think neither of us really wanted it to begin with. It was the smart choice, the I’m-a-responsible-adult-and-this-is-what-you-do-when-you-love-someone choice.
I knew it would be hard, but I didn’t think I’d be crying into my pillow a year later. We were supposed to be heroes, and instead we’re trying to scrape by with our heads on our shoulders.
I’m falling asleep.
I don’t want to share my dreams with anyone else.
Miss you, forevermore.