days grow longer

and I tend to keep hurting myself by repeating the "conversation" over and over again in my head. to have to wake up in the middle of the night to what seems are the worst nightmares ever, only to find out that its all real. I'll give you whatever it is that you need in order to make things ok in the end. as for my patience, love, and friendship...it seems to be hanging for dear life by a single thread of hope.

The past can hurt, but the way I see it, you can either run from it or learn from it.