My dad asked about you yesterday.
I am sure he knew something was up when I suddenly stopped talking incessantly about you. When he asked, it hurt, but it hurt less than last week, less than last month. I am learning to get by without you.
I never doubted that it would pass (lies), but I want more than just to get by. I want to live with the colors you once brang into my life. To grasp onto that feeling and not let go, not always watch you driving me away.
I need to come to terms that sometimes people are just blips into another's lives. For some unshakeable reason, I still believe you will never be just a blip.
You are still leaking on my pages, you still live in my inks, in my heart.
I miss you so much. I hope you're well.
Always,
Belle