here is my confession, one that pouring over past words of mine, among other things, has caused me to realize: I’m not over it.
I’m not. I’m not over a single thing that happened this summer, at least not completely. I am getting there, moving on, but it’s not healed, this hole in my heart. I feel like I feel the same emotions on repeat, a strange mixture of longing for the past and the future. Can you talk yourself into believing something? I thought so. I hoped so. But the truth?
No, no you can’t.