I don't love him, & he definitely doesn't love me. Still, he semi-fills a gaping black hole inside me. That place wants love, maybe even needs love, but love is something I"m pretty sure doesn't exist.

Life was good before I met the monster. After, life was great At least for a little while

Anger is easier than forgiveness.

As I thought about that, I had to wonder: What will we know better about tomorrow? Who cares? Hindsight is useless.

I nod, because I do understand. I'm just not sure how to go about divorcing myself from the evil I've already accepted.

God i've missed you. I can't wait to give you your present. He kisses me hotter this time, and beneath me, through his denim and mine. I can feel the promise of his Christmas gift soon to come.

And how can it be he's so in love with me? To grow up without love, and still have so much inside?