It may be a little too soon to tell. But I think I found a love that will sustain me.
I hope that it is enough. And I hope that when I tell him, I love him too, that I really and genuinely mean it. Because, in some ways, he's just as broken as I am. And I'm just hoping that, that means we fit even better together.
Some days, I don't miss you at all. The tides are turning. Things are starting to feel better. I'm looking forward to Montreal again. But this time, without you.