One Month Later

It's been a little over a month since my mom was in the hospital and I officially ended things with Grayson. Thanksgiving is two weeks away, and no one seems to care, myself included. Every day is harder than the last, and there isn't a minute that goes by that I don't want to find Grayson and tell him how wrong it feels not to be with him. It consumes me. But I don't, because what if he can't forgive me? Also, deep down, I still believe this was the best ...