My FP is gone forever, and I’m in legal trouble. The last time we broke up, I spent five years missing him every single waking second, and I just can’t do it again. The pain is too much, it’s finally exceeded my ability to handle it. I love him, I need him more than I need air, I can’t live the rest of my life feeling like half of a whole. My whole life is over, I’m never going to be able to do the things I planned, the things he convinced me I could reach, because of the legal trouble. Every one of the potential futures I imagined for myself, for us, slipped out of my grasp last Saturday and they’re irrecoverable. They’re gone. He’s gone. Forever.

We said once that if we couldn’t make it work in this lifetime, we’d find each other in the next one, so I’m gonna skip to that part.