Tonight JC came by.
It scared the living hell out of me. It was so strange having him back in this house, my house, our house. It just made me miss him all that much more. Which I hate myself for.
I want to say so much, but it all stops at my finger tips. It was strange, and sickly wonderful to be in his arms for the moment when I decided to actually hug him. He smelled the same. He felt the same. Even though I know he's horrible for me in so many ways, still...still.
I feel more alone than ever :/
