7.16.25 accident

I got in a car accident driving home. It was a undocumented guy that rearended me. He looked so scared, eyes bagged, tired from work. It looks like minor damage, but seeing his face, I told him to just go home.

Driving to you twice a day is easy. Being sure you eat is easy. Effort is easy. Everyday.

What kills me is knowing you say I love you to someone else. Knowing you say good morning and good night to someone else.

It feels like my heart is stuck. Stuck in suspension, it feels very tight. As if it's waiting for you to give it beats...

I dream of seeing you. But I'm scared you're going to tell me to stop and leave you alone. After all, you owe me nothing. I still believe you are a hopeless romantic. Let me fight for as long as I can.

Good night LOML.