...I was okay - but i'm not.
My heart crumbles everyday - like it was being deprived of air.
I can't bear it.
I started sleeping on the couch so I wouldn't be reminded of the empty space beside my bed - but the bed's still there...
I rid of all your things but then, I open the freezer and your bacon and SML and leche flan are there.
Every inch of me screams you and I can't muster enough energy anymore to pretend to be okay.
I'm a mess.