it will be okay
There are still mornings that I wake up and reach for her. Sometimes she invades my dreams and for that brief moment I believe that nothing has changed.
We talk on the phone and laugh like old times. But it's not completely the same. I can't put my finger on it but there's caution and hesitation on the line. Almost like we're both trying hard not to rustle the foundations too much. One step at a time. No feelings hurt. Patience.
I miss her. I can't stop thinking about her and I've resigned myself to this truth for now. I refuse to beat myself up over it anymore. One day things will be different. That's what I tell myself.
Meanwhile, life goes on. I make travel plans. I dance with beautiful women at the bar on the weekends and I drink. I thought for awhile that I would never get over her, that I would always be longing for her but this is different. I'm becoming comfortable with the separation. I miss her, I daydream of her, I crave her but I don't want to posses her anymore. I don't want her to be mine. I am okay with just letting her live her own life now. I'm learning to live with the dull ache of missing her. There's a possibility that I won't get over her anytime soon but I'm okay with that. I'm okay.
We talk on the phone and laugh like old times. But it's not completely the same. I can't put my finger on it but there's caution and hesitation on the line. Almost like we're both trying hard not to rustle the foundations too much. One step at a time. No feelings hurt. Patience.
I miss her. I can't stop thinking about her and I've resigned myself to this truth for now. I refuse to beat myself up over it anymore. One day things will be different. That's what I tell myself.
Meanwhile, life goes on. I make travel plans. I dance with beautiful women at the bar on the weekends and I drink. I thought for awhile that I would never get over her, that I would always be longing for her but this is different. I'm becoming comfortable with the separation. I miss her, I daydream of her, I crave her but I don't want to posses her anymore. I don't want her to be mine. I am okay with just letting her live her own life now. I'm learning to live with the dull ache of missing her. There's a possibility that I won't get over her anytime soon but I'm okay with that. I'm okay.