This is my story of how I have come to terms with reality over the years. It wasn't pretty, but I kept going. I hope you read through it and find your own strength to face reality.
How do you tell the difference between dreams, reality, and nightmares? This may not be the most poetic story, but it is 100% real. And if you have an answer, please let me know.
If only you knew how much I liked you from the moment I met you. How happy I am to see your picture pop up. How many songs make me think of you. How much I hurt when you were hurt. How I light up when...