The lowest of lows is a form of rebirth.

Sometimes this place brings me back to moments of pure bliss and peace. I swear I can smell his cologne on the night air, and the full moon feels like a beacon of hope for what we once had.

I woke up on the beach, the fire was out, but the embers still burned warm. I don’t know why I came here, I don’t know why I keep being pulled back to this place. I don’t want to care about you. I don’t want to wait for you. I’ve already waited so long for things to resemble normal in my life. To be with someone who genuinely gets me and cares for me. Someone who gives what I give them.

I should know better than to rely on someone other than me.

A.G