07.13.25

 

Sunday - rest day. 

I wish I could spend a Sunday with him again. The last one we had...it was 3 weeks ago now. He hasn't talked to me or well reached out since Thursday. I sent him a message Friday and yesterday though. That's okay...but damn I miss him.

I woke up sad. I haven't had a dream in a few days. 

If I had one wish, it would be to turn back time just for a moment so I can fully enjoy talking to him the way it was. I miss him. My heart and soul misses him...

Anyways, I still don't feel well. So I am going to get checked out since the pain is bad. But no worries. I'll be alive.