Someone,
Just when I start to feel like I'm doing ok I feel myself start to slip under. I love him, I say. I want it to be him, I say. How on earth can I be so self-centered. . . Why can't I be happy for others? When is it my turn. . .
I don't know what to say anymore. I don't know what to do. I'm trying and I'm failing trying to let go of you. I wish this story was over and the hurt had already passed, but this is only the beginning of never having you back. I hurt and ache and pray and dream then start it all again, I don't know how to let go of what might have been. Please forgive me for not handling this with a greater grace. . . I wanted you to be the one, when dancers leave the hall that came to crave my greater grace the tears that silent fall.
thinking of you,
Me
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