Sundays were always slow without you. Mondays through saturdays too. Sigh. My life? It isn't easy to explain. I am over emotional, a hopeless romantic, heart in your hand and all over the place. You are and always have been my dream, but i learned that we built our love on borrowed time. Waking up without you day after day haven't even been close to easy. It's exactly what i imagined it would be and i wouldn't wish it upon my worst enemy. It's shit and it's my fault.