There was a dream where I wake up at 30 ,alone in my one bedroom apartment with a crappy job and no reason to live. Then I met her and she was like a light in the dark (as cheesy as it sounds). The dream changed to me and her being happy and married. I had my own bakery, we adopted a dog and a 8 year old little girl and I was happy. But these things don’t last. She was broken too and I helped her as much as I could. One day when I was already stressed out, my mom was in the hospital, she sent me a text. A text to end what was the best thing in my life. I didn’t know what to do,the only person I could trust was in a coma in the hospital. My dad didn’t know I was bi. It’s been a year since she left. The dream went back to what it was, except I don’t think I want to wait until I’m 30. I think I’m done now. What’s a few years early? Besides who would miss me? She was all I really had left, now I get to watch her love some other guy or girl. No thanks. I wish I had her back I’d give anything
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Your not alone