People ask me why I have a heart in a jar beside my bed.
Truthfully, it's my morbid way of dealing with loss.
I've only ever loved one person. Absolutely, completely unconditionally.
She was my best friend. For years, every problem we had, we pulled each other through it.
We were stupid kids, we dreamt of getting married. We dreamt of doing such great things.
But I grew up.
She stayed behind.
I focused on getting my life together and actually accomplishing these dreams.
She prioritized other things, other people...
Lies and so many rows. I sometimes blame myself. But mostly I blame her.
It's been such a long time since she loved me, but I still think about her, at least ten minutes of every day. Hopefully it will pass.
I've grown bitter, we've grown apart.
But I will never regret the time we had, because for a few short years, I loved someone. And they loved me. It was wonderful.
Emotional vomit in Photoshop...