Insanity

I honestly have no idea whats going on, anymore.  I realize i am addicted to him.

I keep reaching out to a silent grave. I torture myself.

I know.

I miss him, but differently.  I don’t want him home. I want him. But not how he acts. I want to see him. I wanted to be the one he’d call his best friend.  I am not.

Back to thinking i was definitely set up. And its his sister.  Either way, its bullshit.

The pic? Could be anyone.

The heart over the face tells me its bs. My shirt, that room he stayed in, yes.

But i think its a friend of his daughters.

Idk. I can’t.

I did pack his stuff in my truck.

I will drop it, soon.

I gotta think of lilly, tho.

We will go in the evening,  out for ice cream. She will sleep. I need her to be sleeping so shes not wondering what i am doing at her aunts house without going in.

Just gonna drop and go.

And then he can’t come back.