Once you've been with someone, whether short- or long-term, you always remember the feeling. It pushes a craving into your mind, draws out preoccupation, and slams it all back home. You eventually recover. But the withdrawals are horrible. All of it will be there, ever-clung to the underbelly of your brain, shadowing the void where that little missing piece of you is meant to be. Instead it's resentment, depression, regret, regression. Sometimes it's nonchalance, but I think that's sadder than the former mentioned. Denial is the worst enemy of progress.
Above it all,
we cope
we search
we wait, we hope
for love.
Being single gives me a lot of time to myself. I'm focusing a great deal on school, work, and I mostly do productive things in my spare time.
But it's just..well, you know.
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