I found this going through my Instagram account last night. I posted this 2 years ago – although I wrote it probably closer to 4. All that time on Instagram and just now getting lost in translation. Just now, stumbling and confusion. Anywho.
He was everything. Too much of everything. At moments I still need a bandaid but it’s not in him as much as before. My aid is more in my own peace and finding comfort in being alone.