I wish I could stop thinking about her. I can't. Times of quiet, my mind slips back to wondering, thinking, daydreaming. My pulse quickens. My body gets warmer. I find myself breathing faster. I feel cornered. Trapped. The walls closing in on me again. The darkness and terror that once plagued me threatening to break back in. I can't let myself respond. I am stronger than she thought. I won't give in. I won't give up. I will move on.
arninn:
hope you get well soon