That’ll never be us.
It’s hard being with someone without intimacy. Everyone else’s happy and shacked up and intimate, but not us. It won’t ever be us, not like that.
Can I live with that?
Sometimes I wonder if I can live at all, but I’m trying my best. I want to—it’s just hard sometimes. A lot of times. But being with him helps. Until his demons comes to haunt us, that is.