We all have dreams about our own lives. Where we see ourselves in a few years. The kind of life we want to live. You plan your life around these dreams so that they are dreams today, but reality tomorrow.
I have these dreams. I think about them when I lay down.
About the house I want to build. About the life I want to live. About the family I want to have.
This is the worst day of my life up until now.
Right now, it feels like all of that has been stolen from me...my dreams have been stolen by the person I trusted the most. It's a sinking feeling...like there's no way back to the surface.
I haven't cried for myself in a long time...not since I was in high school.
Today, I cried for myself...