I haven’t had a single good night’s sleep in well over a month. I still wake up every single morning thinking that everything that happened to me was just a dream and I feel a sense of relief that is almost immediately followed by a sense of realization that it wasn’t just a nightmare. This is reality.
I spend countless times waking up in the middle of the night wondering if she’s thinking about me. Wondering if she’ll wake up one morning, want me back, regret everything, and I’ll have already moved on.
I can’t take this anymore. I’m still in love with her.
This is why this is my first post for awhile and my last post for even longer.
For now, peace out, tumblr.
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