Its been a year since we were last together. I’ve learned how to handle things your way. It wasn’t easy but it was the only choice I had to survive this. I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, and then this happened. I began to feel how I felt before. Vulnerable. Its familiar, but at the same time I realized that I had forgotten how to fight it. Its like being with you the first time, that day after we were ‘officially together’. I couldn’t eat in front of you, I watch how I act, I make sure I look cute all the time, its like we didn’t share as much in life, when there was ‘all that’ between us, like we were married. Its old, but its new. When I’m next to you, I don’t want to let you go. When you leave, I’d feel empty for an hour or two tops. I’m just happy that you’re here. Thank you for staying with me. God knows how much that means. P.S. My pillows smell like you, I love and hate it at the same time. Can’t wait for Thursday.