if only a single day could pass where i don’t think of her. random memories flood my mind constantly. it’s funny, people say time is a healer. no. it’s clearly not. when you lose the one person you properly love, it’s the complete opposite. it hurts more and more everyday. i know a time is going to come when i’m no longer going to be able to fight this. it’s like i’ve completely forgotten the pain and the hurt. i now gravely regret not talking that chance she gave me. back then i couldn’t put myself through it again, she broke it once, it could happen again. what’s holding me back is knowing she more than likely no longer gives a fuck about me, and i can’t even blame her but i need to try. i fear for what happens then.