the hardest part

It's been a week since he left...and I don't think I ever got over it. Or if I'll ever get over it.
It's hard, missing someone. Yes, it makes it better knowing that I'll see him again, but...

...the waiting kills me.

The waiting will always be the hardest part.

I miss you.

xoxo

~hny~

It's Still There

Just when I thought the pain had come close to a soft halt, the wounds in my heart opened up again and I found myself back inside that dark, windowless room with nothing but myself for company.

The tears have come back. The pain has come back.
No, that's not right. It never really left.

It just hid itself in the fine corners of my subconscious, ready to spring itself on me at the very first moment of vulnerability. It's stealth is incomparable. It's strength, out of this world. It's power, suffocating. It pulls at the very fiber of my being, waiting for it to snap at the immense pressure.

Dissociation

When the pain is too much, when your world is getting too weary, when everything else seems amiss, lose yourself in the dark confines of your mind. Worry not, for this shall all pass.