After I hung up last night, I cried over a man that didn’t deserve my tears. No matter how many times he hurt me, I couldn’t learn my lesson. I allowed myself to wallow in my despair and cried myself to sleep thinking about everything we could have been. I don’t know why I did, especially when I knew Amos was the type of man that never changed. In my small room, away from everyone, I at least had this space to breathe. I didn’t have that when he was here. I didn’t have to worry about anything, but what was happening in my DMs. Compared to before Amos left, I had plans on the weekends, and people who wanted to talk to me. I wasn’t isolated, and I didn’t have a man hovering me with expectations.
It was a new day, and everything was right with the world. Despite my puffy eyes, crunchy snots,
