| — | r.h. Sin (via onlinecounsellingcollege) |
There are still days when I forget that he isn’t mine anymore.
The days when I catch myself looking at him a little too long when he walks in the room. It doesn’t help that he’s wearing the shirt I bought him for Christmas.
The days when I look through old pictures and smile. Our happiness was captured so perfectly that sometimes I forget it isn’t still with us.
The days when I imagine our future. My heart likes to assume that he’ll be mine again, and my brain likes to run with it.
The days when I still see him as my best friend. I get a good grade on a test and he’s the first person I want to call. My mom and I get in a fight and I wish I could cry to him.
Some days, he still feels like he’s my person. Mine. But he isn’t, and coming back to reality is much harder than leaving it.
| — | excerpt from an unfinished book #91 // Inspired from an ask I got (via un-predictible) |



