Familiarity breeds contempt. Denial doesn’t make it go away. Jesse always told me I was up and down but I never wanted to believe him. And now look at the act my mind is juggling. I can’t let go. I just can’t. Even someone that looks like him puts my mind into a whirlwind. I wonder how he doesn’t call. The last thing I said to him was I love you too. Words to cut a hurricane short apparently. I’ve loved I’ve lost and I’ve bred contempt. Who’s to say it won’t happen again? It’s weird when a person stops being a physiological being and turns into merely a thought, a memory, a hope–a lost cause. It takes so much work and time before you can break in a shoe.
Emotional… keep up the good work.
This is so good keep writing