With every thing, every change, there’s a piece of me that’s bitter because of you and what you did. I’ll get past this, I know I will, it’ll take time, because every time I realise that it’s there I hate it.
But mostly, I hate that good things happen in my life and the only one I want to share that happiness with, doesn’t care, isn’t happy, and won’t share that moment with me.
Thank God for blessings because regardless of all the crap life throws at us, I can’t help being grateful every single day :)
