It sucks being better, but still feeling the pain knaw on your insides. I’m starting to think people like me really don’t get better. Then I look at him and it’s like he’s a spotlight. The darkness, the bad thoughts, all of it goes away. I can actually smile from the pain. He Told me to write about what makes me happy, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
He is my everything the way he smiles, and the way his eyes shine when he looks at me. Just everything about him. I can be free. I don’t know what I would do without him.
(I love you most);p