There are moments I look back at what I have been through and I am proud of how far I’ve come.
My Dearest Xxxxxxxx,
I hate that I’m addicted to everything about you. I hate that my heart skips a beat when I hear your name, when I so much as think about you. I hate that I can’t live my life, that I can’t move on, it feels like we’re not done. I hate, that we left so much unsaid, so much undone.
I hurt, because I can’t say what I feel. I hurt because you destroyed me, and you don’t even have a clue. I hurt because I don’t matter, not to you, not even a bit.
I hunger, for every bit of your affection, every moment you give me. I hunger for what I wished for, for us, just for us. I hunger for every memory, every conversation, all those moments of laughter. I hunger for your smile, your eyes, your embrace.
I shudder with fear, everyday, glancing occasionally into the unknown, hoping…
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