What an awful reminder that naught is as it should be, or rather as one desires.
I've been at the end of my rope for so long, but still the rope keeps growing. I wonder at what point it will truly be the end. The love that I have for him I think will never die, but, I think the being in love is gone or dwindled to such a small speck that it feels gone forever.
I've seen him more frequently, but be that as it may, I feel more disconnected from him than ever. I wish it weren't so.
I went on a date with a neighbor the other day. It feels weird. Because I haven't had the talk with him yet to tell him that I'm done. But there has been no opportunity... it's not a talk that can be had in a text or as an email. sigh.
