Brutal

Working with him is extra brutal. I'll finally pull myself together and wake up motivated and ready to take on the day and have a great meeting and then I have to hear his voice and I love his voice so much and it reminds me of what I don't have anymore.

So I'm late to my next meeting because it takes too long to get a hold of my breathing because my sobbing is too big. 

I love him so much I don't want to let him go.

I hate him for how I feel right now.

At least I can leave my camera off for some of the meetings so my puffy eyes have time stop reddening.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Now What?

In Four to Seven Weeks

Confusingly Peaceful