They say I should stop overthinking and maybe I really need to. What’s hard in this kind of situation is that he don’t know, I know. He has no idea that I’m still hurting. He has no idea that I have this heavy shit burrowing inside of me. And I have to keep up this smiling face. He has no idea that I want to get it all back but I feel like something’s hindering him from doing so. From being the person he was once with me. My eyes are closing in. I can’t type anymore. My story’s not yet done. I’ll continue.