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I stopped by the apartment yesterday after work. I don't know if I was really ready to see the condition it was in.
Stepping through the door, I could see a definite line in the sand--a line that divided The Him from The Me. All of his things were taken from their previous homes and boxed up, ready to be removed completely. I don't know exactly where he or his things are going, and I don't even want to imagine. I am too consumed by the memory, haunted by the way it was and the way it will never be.
Now my things dominate the space we once divided equally. I'm getting what I asked for, but it is still hard to believe this is my reality. We were comfortable. I felt safe. We had happy times. Many happy times.
Things seemed great, but the whole time we were standing together on a bridge surrounded by shadows and teetering precariously over dark, shark-infested waters. I took the plunge, and now I'm swimming to shore. I'm growing tired as I journey on, but one thought comforts me, keeps me going: We'll both be happier there, in the sun.
Stepping through the door, I could see a definite line in the sand--a line that divided The Him from The Me. All of his things were taken from their previous homes and boxed up, ready to be removed completely. I don't know exactly where he or his things are going, and I don't even want to imagine. I am too consumed by the memory, haunted by the way it was and the way it will never be.
Now my things dominate the space we once divided equally. I'm getting what I asked for, but it is still hard to believe this is my reality. We were comfortable. I felt safe. We had happy times. Many happy times.
Things seemed great, but the whole time we were standing together on a bridge surrounded by shadows and teetering precariously over dark, shark-infested waters. I took the plunge, and now I'm swimming to shore. I'm growing tired as I journey on, but one thought comforts me, keeps me going: We'll both be happier there, in the sun.