Sometimes the hardest part isn't letting go but rather learning to start over.
My past is trying to catch up to me and I must continue run from it. It's the only way I can live.
How could you explain to someone that sometimes it was not worth living in the past when the past was all that they had worth living for?
I knew it was a terrible idea. We were supposed to be leaving our past behind us, not fully embracing it. But she was a part of my past that I wanted to hold onto. She was my only reminder of Tommy, my only remaining connection. I couldn’t let that...
