This new city was supposed to come with a new me, a new life, a new way to get by day by day without giving in to all the things that once made me terrible. Instead, I laid there once again, different girl, different time, different place – kissing her forehead, tightening my grasp around her not wanting to let go. I knew that when I did I’d have to accept my weakness.
“I know you are lonely too. It’s OK, if it helps you not to feel so lonely, you know”.
And I know that doesn't make it any better.