The stuff in my head

Its just because that wound that i thought healed, got reopened so the healing process has to start all over again.

I do miss him. I also realize he could have made a thousand excuses to talk with me, but facts are, he didn’t.

And more than likely,  never will. I’m probably not even a thought in his brain.

But he’s in mine. And i don’t even know why. I guess its because of how everything happened so fast, but not. Idk. I guess of all men, i had high hopes that he would never and he did it anyway.

Ok i gtg I’ll be back after i put her to bed, maybe.