Lately I’ve become very well acquainted with it.
The slowly and steady aching pain,the type that comes when you’ve been hurt repeatedly by the same person.
You finally breathe, thinking that yesterday’s problem will stay in the past, when in fact it’s today’s problem, tomorrow’s problem and the problem of everyday after that…
Only in those moments he pulls me close into his chest and make promises he never seem able to keep does the PAIN disappear.
About the Creator
Bridget Anosike
Personality:creative,empathetic, but currently trying to find purpose.
Background:Bridget has always been a caring and sensitive individual deeply feeling the emotions of themselves and others.
Goals:To rediscover passion and interest.
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