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It’s Hard For Everyone Isn’t It? Anyone Who Says It’s Easy Is A Liar. There’s This Huge Divide Between Me And Alex Right Now Because I Feel Like We’re Living In Such Different Worlds, I Don’t Know What To Talk About With Him Anymore. And We Used To Be Able To Talk All Night. He Phones Once A Week And I Listen To What He’s Been Up To During The Week And Try To Bite My Tongue Every Time I Go Into Another Katie Story. Truth Is I Have Nothing Other To Talk About But Her And I Know It Bores People. I Think I Used To Be Interesting Once Upon A Time.

But Where Pain Was, Healing Could Come; Where Loneliness Was, New Relationships Could Be Formed; Where Rejection Was, New Love Could Be Found. It Was A Moment. And Moments Changed. She Would Have To Live Through The Moment To Get To The Next.

It’s Not Easy Remembering The Good Times.

I Would Love To Write A Mystery - A Romantic, Funny Mystery.

Most Of All She Loved That When She Hugged Him Her Head Would Rest Neatly Just Below His Chin, Where She Could Feel His Breath Lightly Blowing Her Hair And Tickling Her Head.