At therapy today my therapist decided that my homework this week would be to write three lists. Instead of comparing every man to him, the man I miss more than anything. The man that has made it hard for me to move on. The man that has made it hard to love anyone other than him. I have my three lists: my wants, my needs and my red flags. I hate heartbreak. This song speaks for me . . . because I no longer have the words to express the way I feel at this point. No man is worth these tears, but why not just for one more night?
Skinny Love - Bon Iver
"Now all your love is wasted, and who the hell was I? 'Cause now I'm braking at the britches; and at the end of all your lies."
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