I feel like I cry myself to sleep every night thinking about how I took his love for granted. What sucks even more is the realization that it’s too late to try and make things right. I keep telling myself that this is apart of growing up and even if we envisioned growing old together, the reality was that we only grew further away from each other.
As a new month is finally here and my birthday approaches, it hurts to think that this will be the first birthday out of 6 years that we will not be spending together.
I’ve lost a love and a best friend. What’s left to do now is cherish the good memories we made. But the hardest part is letting go.