A thought of you makes me go crazy. When I hear your name or see a picture of you.
Sometimes I think I am fine, sometimes it is the opposite.
I try to run away. I leave the house, usually at night. Perhaps I want the darkness to swallow me, or to set me free. Pushing shuffle on my Ipod expecting some song to come up that will make me feel better or at least push me to crying.
When I am fine I dream of you sometimes. And in my dream you show up and my dream-me starts crying and realizes that I am still not over you.
I really try my best but it doesn’t get better. I am so afraid that this will break me (still after all this time). So I will keep on keeping on, somehow, even if I do not know why or how.