14 February 2023

It's only been about four days since we've last spoken.

It's the first time the days have passed normally. I sometimes miss you, but in the way you might a close friend.

Sometimes I hurt over the fact I may have hurt you, but not so much that I'd put us through that again.

I feel like I've left the box I've been stuck in these last few days. But I know I'll fall back in there easily if I'm not careful.

A day had passed and I've barely made a mark on this since.

Yesterday, around 5-7 I had this weird desire for you to hold me tightly? And today I've thought of you often enough, but not so much that it bothered me.

I think you've become a habit.

All I wait is for you to stop being one.