Lol.
I don’t really know how to put this.
It’s not often that my emotions actually have a physical effect on me.
My hands are shaking.
But I’m not cold.
Okay maybe I am. But that’s not the point.
I’m shaking.
This has to come some day.
It’s just either me or she.
It’s she.
Three years.
A year and a half ago we said goodbye.
I’m a sucker.
I’m still wearing the same watch.
Using the same bottle.
And the same bag.
Even though she’s moved on.
I should too.
But it feels quite shitty.
Am I not supposed to be the bastard who initiated it?
But I can’t.
Dammit I can’t.