Jun 15, 2007 11:55
sobbing in the kitchen in a dress that once belonged to my grandmother. the night before i wore his pajamas while we made dinner. i can't help but be mad at myself; i knew this would happen and i let it. we were whales once, right? what happened? i wish there were some kind of fast forward for heartache.
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most days you can watch law & order for anywhere from four to eight hours, sometimes consecutively. worked for me!
(seriously though, breaking up is the worst, i know. hang in there.)
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Somewhere along the way after doing what you have to do in your own way in your own time, not calling it healing and not scheduling it on a white board but just bulling your way through it with the uncomprehending determination that is sometimes called faith and sometimes called the instinct for survival and sometimes called a necessary belief in a nourishing fiction, you are going to be talking on the phone or eating or opening a window or just walking dully along and you are going to notice that he's not in your head anymore, he's not shadowing you, he's not pulling you down and you don't even care anymore about what happened or how he left, in fact you hardly notice he's gone except that it is notably quieter in the area of your heart ( ... )
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