I haven’t been able to write about you, about us. I don’t like to think that we are over so maybe if I don’t put it out there then maybe I can pretend you’re still here. -dw

I miss you when I’m happy, when something good happens. I miss you when I fucked up so bad I can’t even forgive myself. I miss you when I’m reading, when I’m writing and when I step into the shower alone. I miss you when I make myself food or when I find old love notes from you. I miss you when I’m drunk at 2am and when I’m sober at 2pm. I miss you when I listen to country and our song comes on. I miss you all the time. I miss you all the time but mostly when I think about the good times n how you are the only person that knows me inside n out n still would love me through anything. -dw

I had so much to tell you. If only you asked -d

Some things dig deeper wounds in your heart than others. Wounds that may never go away-d

If you were to ask me to describe depression I would say it’s being the saddest happy person around. Knowing each extreme but not knowing how to balance it

-dw

Just like that, I’m the small little girl again, begging to be wanted -desiree

It’s in times like these that make me realize how amazing our love is. To go through all this and to come out stronger than before

-dw

How is it that this body has taken me to the prettiest of sunsets it has brought me to the love of my life and it is the only one to never give up on me but I am the quickest to judge it.

-dw

I’ve been keeping to myself a lot. I guess I’ve started to realize no one really cares

-dw

Even after a year I still find myself afraid to open up about certain things afraid that one more thing will make you realize I’m too much sad and not enough happy

-dw