And when I ask you stupid questions..

They're really in place of deeper, harder ones.
That I can't put into words.
I just want you to tell me all the things I want to hear,
And I know that you won't..
Which is fine.  That's good even.
You won't lie to me,
And I appreciate that, more than you know.
But sometimes, I wish we could start this over.
We both went in knowing that it wouldn't be easy.
And that it wouldn't be pretty.
But we both tried, and here we are today.
Our two month is in a few days.
Damn.
It doesn't feel like it's been two months,
But I guess it has.
We've ran into so many more problems than i could ever have imagined.
And somehow we're still here.
Still talking.
Still understanding.
And that seems unusual to me.
I didn't think I was going to have a life after him.
I honestly thought I wasn't going to make it.
And I was prepared for that..
But.
Damn.
Here we are.
Here I am.
What the fuck do I do now?
I start enjoying.
That's what I'll do.