Sometimes.

You just make it hard without realizing it.

First.

Holidays alone.
At least without her.
It's hard going.
But going well at the same time.
Hard in that its different.
Different to not decorate with her.
Not shop with her.
Or for her.
Just weird that its all so different.

Dreams.

Wouldn't it be nice to just dream?
Wouldn't it be nice to not be reminded of the past everytime I close my eyes?
Nightmares are back full force.
At least the nights I sleep at home.