I hate giving up my heart. No matter how happy I may become, getting hurt hurts so much fucking more.
I feel like I’m waiting for happiness to come, but all I’ve seen and expect to see is more disappointment.
I thought we were in this together.
Here’s the funny thing. In my own crazy way, I was kinda’ happy. For the first time in years there was no little part of me clinging to the dream of being with Robin. Which meant, for the first time in years, the world was wide open, because kids, when a door closes, well, you know the rest…