He came over today, he found something else of mine. and was just dropping it over.
He was so happy, smiling, even gave mum a hug. Not me though. He didn't hug me. I don't know if that's a good thing or not.
I thought I'd cried out all the tears, but I guess not, they're still in there.
I smile like I'm supposed to, laugh when I'm expected, but I still feel empty inside.
Everyone keeps saying it's time, that time is what I need, but time seems to be crawling.
It's actually frustrating, one day I'll feel fine, feel like I'm ready to move on, like I've got myself sorted and then something like today happens.
Baby steps.
