When things like this come up, I often wonder if I'm good enough. I'll feel cold as I remember it all then super weak remembering the fall.
I tried my hardest to forget, I had thought denial was my best friend. Just when I think I've made peace with it, everything comes crashing back to me...
I hate these heated months. Not only because of the bugs, and the weather that brings so much sweat but because of the nightmares that come with them.
I don't just remember what happened, I remember everything it caused me to do. I remember how I felt like I wasn't good enough for anyone else or good enough to stick around. I feel like I need to take two hundred showers and not go out. But I'm doing my best to look around, I don't have to be afraid, he's not around.