I completed our story back in March 2017, literally the same month I began to write it. I marked it as completed because just like everything else, we came to an end. Nearly a year later I'm still adding parts to it because it helps me get over you...
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I've had moments in my life since Brady and I's last talk, reminding me of what I used to have. It's a mixture of sadness and happiness and crying while smiling, listening to music that brings nostalgia. I can't stand nostalgia, it messes me up good. I felt like if I pushed all of my memories away with either reading or doing something else besides sitting in a dark room listening to old music would help me. But I've come to realize that writing about it makes it much better. I feel like I can finally let go. Remember that I never do write my feelings, let alone publish them so someone can read them and I have no idea why I decided to write this. I was just sitting in my bed, of course, it was three in the morning so I was crying, which doesn't help. Then this story was birthed. Good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight.
