Where You Lead I Cannot Follow

C's birthday.

Would have been three years.

I saw him drive through the parking lot at work with BF. Either that or I hallucinated it.

Somehow the latter would not surprise me.

Sent him an email, doubt he reads it.

How can I still miss him this much after almost a year?

Stupid February.

You left a hole where my heart should be.

Fed up.

Worn out.

Sick of it.

Hurting.

Screw you.