I was fine. I was in recovery. I was moving forward.
And then she sent me a message.
Now, I’m stopped cold in my tracks.
I don’t know what to think. I don’t know what to feel anymore. I’m at a loss, man.
Tomorrow I’ll be ok again. Promise.
The last year has been a joke. I was busy building a good, good life. You weren’t.
This could really be a good life.