Y’know, I just realised what this is like. Being in love in this way. It’s like prison, being incarcerated that is.
You see, no matter what you do on any day, be it something that makes the day go longer, or shorter; Whether you do something that makes you laugh during the day or cry the whole time; Be it something you do that makes you feel ‘okay’ or terribly depressed (more so than usual); Maybe it’s something that makes you smile or just puts a frown on your face for the whole day.
It doesn’t matter what you do because you are still in prison. You there for committing a crime you’ve apologised for everyday since your sentence and no matter where you go, those 3 walls and 8 foot bars are your home now.
This is what I feel like everyday. So far my sentence has been 1 year 4 months and 20 days.
1 year, 4 months and 20 days into a life sentence. No possibility for parole.
Unfortunately, because my love was not what it should have been, not how I love now… A life in my prison is all I got left.
I miss you Bunni. I’m so sorry.