it just aches. it just feels so vulnerable. it just cannot stop beating.
I’m in tears over two words.
‘ Got me. ‘
It’s the bittersweet sadness of happiness.
How do I picture myself 3 years from now when I cannot even picture my next 3 months.
That thought of leaving the friends, the guy, the family, the sister.
Then the thought of graduating and being a successful woman. And working with kids.
I probably might enjoy myself there.
But I probably might face this huge void in my heart.
Is this called crying for the right reason then?