I folded my body on a couch and laid my head on a pillow for a second. He gave me a little smile as I'm glad you're finally getting little bit more comfortable. It didn't last. Wanted to cry but couldn't. Wish I didn't start talking about it. Now I want to stuff it all back inside and try to forget again. I know, it hasn't worked for me well that way. But I feel like there isn't anyone I could talk about this. He was it and talking to him about it didn't make me feel better. Just feel like s*** again