Jar full of pickles

Him

Whenever I have the urge to say something irrational, all I can do is bite my tongue and wait till the rush of emotions washes out. And same as before, all I can do is trust that nothing’s changed…

I really miss the

“Morning”s,

“Good Night”s,

“Miss you”s, and

“xx”s.

Now I’m lucky if we even get to have a conversation. And when I think of how much time she had with him the green monster kicks in. I wish I had that much time :(

Maybe once my schedule packs in a bit I won’t have the time to over think…

Expect nothing.