Each time Sunday comes round, I will think about the times of the afternoons. Somehow I had managed to let go of that easily. Now I think about the evening. I will think about 4.30pm. And how it was a routine for me. It is not easy to continue to go at about five-ish on my own. It still hurts.
I feel like crying my eyes out but my pride is in the way.
I need to stop feeling this way. I need and want to just move on.
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