Right about now… That statement, that moment when you’re thinking about the other person wondering if they’re thinking about you…
You’ve been hurt, angered and hurt again… The sheer thought of being ok shreds your heart to pieces.
And then all of the dust settles, the shock has settled in…you find yourself at a moment when you want to pick up the phone and call/text the other person. It was a habit for so long and despite that they left or hurt you, you’re still simply missing them. But you don’t call. You don’t text. You do nothing.
You tell yourself you’re gonna be ok. But for now it feels like it’s gonna be forever to never that you do.
You sit there with that lump building in your throat & tears forming in your eyes.
Well til next time kiddies…
Shalom
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