She broke up with me.
3 Years.
My best friend.
We'll still be friends.
I will never leave.
When she fixes herself there is a chance.
Don't get attached. Don't have hope. Please live.
A message to my future self: Don't hope too hard. Please. And be careful about trusting. It is a dangerous thing.
My love. My girlfriend.
I wish I would've known so I could've savored our last times together.
I've barely gotten to see her the last couple months.
I want to cuddle.
Her hands.
Her feet.
Everything.
Time heals all wounds. Keep your chin up, kiddo.