I keep telling myself that this is your last chance, but really, it's mine. I need to give up on you. I need to let this go and live some semblance of a normal life. I need to be able to connect on an intimate level with someone else, other than you. This is not healthy. Hallucinating you sitting next to me on the subway, or holding my hand as I
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Later we went to the park, and while we were digging trenches in the sand I had a few moments in which I would suddenly get quiet and stare at the ground. Some silly fantasy of mine, being the father of your child... Then I would hear, "Uncle?" and snap out of it.
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