Woke up to a bad night terror after reading your text at 3 a.m.
We were riding in a car then sitting in a bed watching TV and I kept asking, “Are you going to move on,” to which you constantly replied, “Looks that way.” I kept ruminating on it. Every time you answered, “Looks that way,” I broke down and cried. I must’ve cried and asked that question for the entire hour of which I fell back asleep in.
Your response always the same. Me always hoping for something different. Your reply always leaning towards yes, you’re moving on but always left a sliver of no –which I held onto as hope.
I awakened with my heart racing, thoughts spinning, and a migraine. I had to talk myself down because I wanted to scream.
Look what’s been done.