Lately, the last days of months have snuck up on me in the most unpleasant of ways. Weeks and days passing so fast, filled with such unsavory memories, waking up on the first of the month sore with quiet regrets. Today is the last day of the month. You are still gone, and every day it seems like things are so different with us. I am so worried about how invested I am with you, you're all I think about.
I think that you know what you need to do to be happy and I hope that you make the right decision for you. I will hate to say goodbye to you again.
All I can hope is we will see each other again and everything will be okay.
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