This whole experience really is exhausting. I feel so emotionally numb and fried. Last night I started to reminisce of the good times. I miss her charm, her child like mannerisms. Just laying with her.
Funny because I hated her every single day we hung out. I just have that feeling of you don't know what you had until it's gone syndrome. But I know that can't be true. I know exactly what I had. And I despised it.
Stay with the last four words. Why? Because someone who is ill can't give you what you need or deserve... .