2 months of trying to be friends.
2 months of pretending everything was alright, even though I very well knew it wasn’t.
2 months of feeling a whole in my heart, so big I wasn’t even sure it could ever be filled again.
It’s hard to let go of someone but it’s even harder to hold on, not knowing if you’ll ever be able to pull it back to how it was. To how you wanted things to be.
We both decided it was best for now. To find ourselves again without becoming dependent on the other. Did I like that decision? No, not even one bit.
But I had broken his trust and I wanted it back before he opened his heart to me again. He had to heal, not just from the wound but from the secrets as well.
Daniel got to leave the hospital about three weeks ago and I was there for him every step of the way but
