The days are beginning to meld together, I never know when one day ends and another begins. I keep myself busy every minute of the day in hopes of keeping Sean out of my mind, but it’s futile.
Every where I turn Sean is there, whether in the physical or metaphysical state. Last night I came across a piece of paper he had been scribbling on earlier. Nothing on it made sense, but I kept it anyway. Slipping it into my pocket to keep safe in case he needed it later even though I knew he didn’t. I went back to my room, barely eating any dinner only to have our favorite song playing on the radio.
Every day I wake up and hope that it will be different, that we could go back to a time when we were exploring our new found love, but life is cruel, and it mocks me.