But bad days teach us that there are always better tomorrows. It wouldn’t even be that bad if you divide up all the problems, but since everything just kind of happened at once, it made it that much worse.
I can get over work. Like, okay, I learned, I’m moving on.
But I can’t get over you. Sometimes I just look at you and I imagine how life could be. Occasionally, I fool even myself and I feel good for a little while. But then, reality just sends a shock through my body. I want to be everything to you, but the truth is that I’ll never be anything.