I came across a post announcing the death of my ex a couple of days ago. It’s so weird. It doesn’t seem real that he’s gone. He and I almost got married, but called it off two days before and a week or two later we broke up for the last time (we had went out once before). The last time I talked to him was 4 years ago on Facebook during the time my grandpa was in the hospital right before he passed away. Then in 2017 I heard The Cure- Love Song (our song) and thought of him, so I told him that in a fb message. I looked back at that message and it looks like he never read it. It didn’t look like he’d been on fb for a long time. I’m still processing this...
Maybe I can take this and turn it into something positive, like a kick in the ass to get motivated and start being productive again. Life is way too damned short for me to be letting depression win. I just have to find my way back, somehow, some way.
I’ll always love you sweet cheeks. ❤️
