It's not that I forgot about you. Every part of me will always love you. I know my daughter will always love you too.

I think that people just meet at the wrong time. Like they could've been together at a different time, but yet here we are.

I've slaved away working. Coming home late or spending time with my daughter. Doing anything and everything to stay busy. It helps sometimes, with the pain.

But at night when I lay in bed I just stare at the ceiling,  wishing things would've turned out differently sometimes