and I keep thinking about what this day would be like with you


It’s my birthday, and I sit here motionless because all I want is you. I go out to the bar and feel physically sick because I keep imaging what today would have been like with you. It’s almost been a month, and I don’t know how I get through each day. I love you so much it physically hurts me. I feel like vomiting, and tearing my hair out, and screaming at the top of my lungs. I need you. I love you. I don’t know how one can survive a break up, because right now, it doesn’t seem doable.