The Person I Thought He Was

So I had another cry today. At work. In the bathroom.

It's all part of the healing process. There will be ups and downs, good days and bad. Today just so happens to be a not-so-good day.

I can honestly say that I don't miss him. I miss the person I thought he was.

I thought he loved me.

I thought he cared about me.

I thought he would be supportive of me.

I thought the world of him.