10.09.17 | 8:51 pm

having a broken heart is really hard.

tonight, i'm feeling a bit sad because i miss the idea of my family and our home. matt, molly, emma, and i were a family, and it was so comforting to know that i could come home and be sure that matt would lie down in bed with me (even before he was sleepy) and he'd either read to me until i fell asleep or would keep me warm until i fell asleep.

it would be wrong to say anything like we didn't care for each other.

i'm notably very nervous to see him this weekend. i know i'm thinking too much about it, and i know that no matter what, something is going to disappoint me. and that's okay.

but it's hard to feel your heart still raw. it's hard to move on. it's hard.

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