I have a song on repeat to help me sleep. I remember crying to this song for hours.

I don't cry much anymore. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

I'm not completely numb. I cry. Just not at the right times I guess.

Grandpa still pops up in my dreams. But lately it's been customers. And register malfunctions. And customers.

Dear you,

are we ever going to speak again? I know it feels like a betrayal. I never lied to you. I'm sorry though.