"Open me up and you will see I'm a gallery of broken hearts, I'm beyond repair, let me be, and give me back my broken parts. I just want to feel today, I just want to feel something today, I just want to know today, know that maybe I will be okay." - Ingrid Michaelson, Be OK.
And I'm a mess. I know this is what I need to do, what we need to do, but that doesn't make it any easier. This is so hard. I don't even have words for what I feel right now. Sometimes I just want to take the last seven months back and start over, and other times I want to run away in the opposite direction. I'm so torn, and I don't know how to do this, I think it's too hard, I don't think I can do it, I don't want to. I wish everything could just be simple; I wish love could be love, and a person could be a person, and words could mean exactly what they're supposed to. My heart is exploding inside of my chest.
Somewhere over the rainbow, this will all be a memory.
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