There is a story behind these words.
until I discovered that you were not worth it
...until I realized the cost of living without you was greater than all of the pain, the sorrow, the heartache that I endured while I was with you.My heart misses you.Does your heart miss mine, too?( I'm in love with this blog.Everything is so minimalist, yet so beautiful.Keep it up. You're doing a great job here. Take care and be well,Michael )
of not being able to be with myself..
it's called waiting. sitting and waiting until the walls bleed and everything slips away into the cracks in the floorboards.