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.

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