Okay. I've thought about it. I want you to be happy.
So, really, not hearing from you much, okay. if you were to be out drinking, partying, having fun and fucking anyone, I'd be okay with that. I'd be happy for you not to think of me for a while, to grieve or, whatever, enjoy your life being single and stuff. that is good, I'd love for that to be happening.
the thing that hurts is knowing, or thinking.
that you're just being so happy because you're holding someone else in your arms.
Like I'm holding you in my heart.
There's a difference there.
and fuck me dead.
it's just given me hope.
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