Dear You | ✓

03.25 p.m.

Dear you,

It's gotten to the point where I can't even cry anymore.

It still hurts but I can't find a means to release the pain.

I can physically feel the hurt claw into my heart and settle there. It's a mixture of burning desire and vulnerability.

Never have I ever thought of myself ever feeling this way - so weak and fragile.

One word from you about her could completely shatter me.

I've stopped crying every night for about a week now. But it still stings.

From butterflies fluttering in my stomach, they turned into wasps stinging my heart.

- 03.25 p.m.