If I wasn’t such an idiot, I bet I could’ve been living with my mum and my ex as well.
Snuggling him was the only thing that made me happy. He lives so far away and due to the pandemic I figure I’ll never see him again, and even if I do, that will probably be years and years away, and I’d hope to be dead by then.
I could’ve done the right things. I could’ve spoken up. I had more than one opportunity to do so. He could’ve had a better life too because of me. It’s my fault he’s miserable because I could’ve helped him when I had the chance.
It’s also my fault that I’m miserable.
Then again, life isn’t a fairytale and you can’t just snuggle someone forever and ever.
I wish he didn’t live on the other side of the world. I just want to snuggle with him…