Why does hope hurt as much as fear? Why am I crying just as hard? It’s like I have seen the most beautiful treasure in the whole world and the fools are refusing to look at it. I am not afraid of handling it without you because I know that I am never truly without you. I am just sick of people not believing me. This wouldn’t even be a problem if you weren’t who you so clearly are. I mean I’m glad you are who you are, but it would have been so much easier. Not being able to talk to you hurts me so badly. I wish you were here. Rule 14 keeps bitch slapping me all over the place today. 🙁
I just have to keep reminding myself that she was against this from the very beginning.