You got it

See?

You were looking for a way out, and you found it.

I still think about your 👅 in my center, and I loved it.

Am I still thinking about whether it could have gone differently?

I’m sure of it.

The tears aren’t running down my face for the hell-of-it.

I’m fucking depressed!

I still have surgery coming up.

And no one (once again) to hold my hand.

I’m angry, goddammit!

You weren’t just some fuck; you were my confidant, my best friend.

This fucking sucks the way this had to end.

We finally got to a point where we were, in love, learning how to be together.

And now that we’re apart, how the fuck are we going to live without each

other?