I used to dream of when you'd come back, but lately I don't know how I would handle that. It's been three months and I'm not sure if I still miss you or it's the thought of having someone there to help me realize there's something more to live for.
I gave up on god when she died on Easter Sunday. I gave up on life when I realized how little we mattered.
If this is the best that things get then I guess I'll call it quits because I'm tired and selfish.