Find myself beginning to type the URL of ex's tumblr...
Stop myself from doing so.
Get a single manly tear because I realise I've moved on but don't quite realise it yet.
Life can be sad. But it is life that is sad. Not me.
Like Syra. We will never know why.
We will never know why.
But it's so long ago now it doesn't really matter, and passes into legend, into myth, into dream.
Mfw I'm writing a mfw story but can't be arsed to add arrows.