(no subject)
I wish I could stop looking at that poem. I've read it at least 20 times since the first time on Sunday night. And since then I haven't been able to eat and I've felt really nauseous. My eyes are sore.
I'm glad, though, that we are okay, that as much as that cut deep, it also cut the tension between us and now we can be open. I haven't forgiven you, and I certainly haven't forgiven myself. But I guess all we can do at this point is be better and make sure we apply what we have learned. I'm sorry we had to live through what we did with each other, but we were/are both so fucked up to begin with that I suppose we needed it, because maybe nothing else would have near the same impact or effect.
And. For what it's worth, I feel the same.