So it’s supposed to be our monthsary again today. And it’s supposed to be just one month away from our sixth.
I’m not really sure what’s up with me and countdowns.. but heck, no matter how long it has been since that night — it still feels the same.
Things are a little bit better but that doesn’t mean that I’ve actually moved on. Most nights, I still cry. And there are days that still prove to be unbearable. There has been a bit of progress with the two of us, but I don’t think that means much.
A month from now? That’s another story. And I feel that things are probably gonna get ugly — still hoping that all will be better, though.