Im surprised by how even after more than a year, miles apart, silent for weeks, and warmed by another, some days are still hard. Those days are more often than not after Ive woken up from a dream about her.
Its almost always the same. It starts with false hope. A reconciliation. Victory sex. Warmth, laughing, and talk of a bright white future.
And then it turns, someone says something. A joke that is too close to the truth of it all.
And we yell, and we scream.
Which, oddly enough we never did at the end. Maybe its unfinished business. I know I certainly was left with things I still wanted to say, and still do.
Sigh.
Its almost always the same. It starts with false hope. A reconciliation. Victory sex. Warmth, laughing, and talk of a bright white future.
And then it turns, someone says something. A joke that is too close to the truth of it all.
And we yell, and we scream.
Which, oddly enough we never did at the end. Maybe its unfinished business. I know I certainly was left with things I still wanted to say, and still do.
Sigh.
squee:
Thank you so much for your lovely comment on my MR set, Garden Of Love. I hope time heals you xxx