I remember writing this. My feelings haven't changed. How can you forget something that completes you? I'm still here, aren't I, for better or worse I always will be, what that means for me in the future I have no idea.
These words, my words, make me smile. Looking back on how low I once was only makes me glad that I am now past it. I still feel empty, but I've learned to try to look past it. To accept that life is nothing, with or without her, was difficult, but my Eyes are now open, and are peering into the horizon.
To whoever is bumping threads from last summer, thank you. That time was dark for me, but I began coming here in the first place during dark times, and face it, I will always live unhappy. But being so sad and hopeless has now become the norm for me, so in a way not pushing through has made me better.
This post is meant for me more than any of you, for my Eyes to look back on and reminisce on in the future, however late and however hollow I am by then. I'll probably be lost in the wave of bumps anyway. I love you, even if you don't know it, even if I'll never tell you, even if it kills me inside in the process.