Some people, they can just move on, you know, mourn and cry and be done with it. Or at least seem to be. But for me, I don’t know. I didn’t want to fix it, to forget. It wasn’t something that was broken. It’s just something that happened. And I’m just finding ways, every day, of working around it. Respecting and remembering and getting on at the same time.
*completely over him = i'm getting there
*originally from raindropsonredroses
