I have returned, I am back in Nottingham. Two very heavy suitcases, 4 flights of stairs, do the maths lol.
I wish she would say something. Anything. Talk to me…
The words another one said go round in my head. I was happy, now I am confused. I was getting better, now I don’t know. Again.
Each message I get, each text, I look, and will smile if it is, will feel let down if it is not.
I both hate and love this feeling, this double edged sword I am holding.
Save me. Please?
On other notes, time to go shopping…