I wish he'd take it all back, and we could forget this all happened.
Yeah, that's part of my grieving process. I loved him to the zenith. he had seriously become my everything. So, naturally, I want it all to be a bad drean and wake up the next day thinking it wasn't real. Simple denial, disbelief, and numbing senselessness. The heart is the hardest thing to convince that t must change. The heart hates change -- detests it. The ehart is a homebody that doesn't want to jump back into the big pond when it's been the big fish for so long. That will be the hardest part: making my heart understand that he can't be my lover, but he can be my best friend. And according to my brain, a best friend is better anyway. |