How do you stop loving someone? After my post the other day about not forgetting how bad things were, all it takes is a few old photos of the man I used to love to make me think “I still love him”. It’s totally shit. “Remember SSG: the person in the photos is not the same person now.” Even as I write this I feel like maybe he’s still in there somewhere? But then I can’t go back. You can never go back. I don’t want to make the same mistakes my mum made. I will find someone better. Part of me doesn’t believe that, but I hope if I state it in a matter of fact way then maybe someday I will believe it and it will happen. Sucks.