It's the second day now. Third if you go by time but the second day since she's left me. I had to go through my house and put all those lovely things and sweet words in a shoebox because it makes me cry everytime I see them. They're just part of my life and now I have to pack them away just so I don't break down every three steps in my own house. I love her, I love her so much and that's the worst of it. I can't fight. I can't do anything about it because she said it to my face in the most honest way a person can. She loves me but she's not in love with me. I can't even wear my ******** necklace anymore...that's in a box now and I'm not strong enough to open that box without breaking down again. It was so much to ask and I ******** love her for trying, I'll never forget her and I'll love her until I die. I can't stop crying....and the house is empty. Room mate is gone for a ******** week. I get to stay home and ******** more alone then I've been in the ten years I've known her. I'm not supposed to dwell. I have no regrets because I did everything I could to make it work. I was a ******** brilliant man about this relationship and I can be proud of myself. That doesn't make it hurt any less....not at all.
 Nero Diamond · Fri Mar 26, 2010 @ 09:54am · 2 Comments |
