Right now, I'm sitting in my ex's house with his parents and brother. I know why I'm here, it's to keep me sane and to maybe get some sleep for the first time all week. The problem is that while I'm sitting here, I'm trying to work, but all the while, I'm wishing he was here. I say I don't believe in love...and at this point I don't, but when I was with him I knew it existed. I can't believe that I was able to feel something so strong that it changed my life. To feel something like that is unbelievable, but to lose it is unbearable. I'm sleeping in the bed that we shared and it's just not going to be the same without him next to me. I do miss him and I do still have him in my damn, good ole heart.
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