I don't know why I moved to this apartment. It's empty. It's lonely.

I thought he would be here with me. I craved more so I thought having a place to stay together would be beneficial after the cost of those hotel visits.

Now I find myself alone almost all the time. It's not easy. It does not help with motivation. My depression is sky high and I don't think I can fix it now. Not without him around.

It's Woodinville all over again only this time I can't just drive 10 minutes to see him.


You know that feeling when you realize you need someone just a little bit more than they need you?

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