Lance.
Bipolar disorder.
I don't even know what that is. I have heard about it but it has never been a concern to me.
I don't fully know what it is.
I know it has to do with mood swings.
Suddenly everything makes sense to me. The hyped-up moods, the low ones. The days he stayed in bed. The times I tried to reach out to him and he wasn't just there.
Fucking hell.
The medication.
It all makes sense now.
I cry in his arms for I don't even know how long. Is he supposed to be comforting me? Its supposed to be the other way round but I feel so pain remorse. So much regret, I don't know what to do. I don't have the right things to say.
I left him today, he waited in the cold for me.
I am a fucking jerk.