pretending to be okay by dressing up and wearing dark lipstick and heels
agreeing to something even though you know it will mean torture for you
making chocolate covered strawberries so it seems like less chocolate consumption (fyi: it is way more)
curling up on the couch in a huge hoodie and a cozy blanket with all of the lights off
holding onto your stuffed monkey named Squeeze (Z for short) for dear life because it's the only way to hold together the hole in your heart
watching Dear John because you know its sad and anything happy will just make you more upset
looking back through pictures from years ago to the present and thinking of all the "what if's"
what happens when you try to move on.