Today I just remember how I would sit and edit, wondering which ones you'd like best.
I'd open skype up and just show you all of them anyway...
I never let anyone else see everything I took unedited, you know that?
You got everything from me...
Everything.
I don't want to be callous. I don't want to be cold, but I hate sitting here like this in tears...
You were hands down the most beautiful thing I had ever held, and the burden I carried for you all those months made me stronger and more sturdy than ever.
I wake up lately, not sad, not happy... but something else.
I hate it, but it's either this or sadness again... like it is today.
... and this is a good day.
I am broken.
You are beautiful; you are precious... O' wonderful little gift from God.
You've shown me both that I am capable of a maturity I thought I might never have and that I am never in a place so high that I can't be brought back down to my former state or even worse.
I miss you...
I miss you.
I miss
you.
How am I expected to walk around missing my heart?
