musings from PM's place
It still fucking hurts. The wound is still too fresh.
My heart is breaking all over again.
In time the pain will heal but now I'm coping with it as best as I can. By ironically searching for the things I couldn't find with you in the first place.
I'm not happy or unhappy with the way things are. Right now I'm too numb to care.
But I die a little every time you've managed to go online and not think of me or buzz me and it's like I never even existed in the first place.
How I wish things were otherwise. How I wish I could cast all these memories into the fiery chasm from whence they came.
Right now I'm thankful for the little things. Like an opportunity to quote Master Elrond of Rivendell.
But damn, how it hurts.
My heart is breaking all over again.
In time the pain will heal but now I'm coping with it as best as I can. By ironically searching for the things I couldn't find with you in the first place.
I'm not happy or unhappy with the way things are. Right now I'm too numb to care.
But I die a little every time you've managed to go online and not think of me or buzz me and it's like I never even existed in the first place.
How I wish things were otherwise. How I wish I could cast all these memories into the fiery chasm from whence they came.
Right now I'm thankful for the little things. Like an opportunity to quote Master Elrond of Rivendell.
But damn, how it hurts.