november
I am still sad about it. I get sad when he creeps into my mind. And it makes me sad to think of the things we lost. It was one of the happiest periods in my life. One of the few I felt consistently happy through and thinking back on it makes me sad. Because it was not mutual and it was not real. For him, it was a fling. For me, it was something I put my mind and soul into. Something I was willing to fight for.
But past is past and present is present.
I am moving on and stepping into unknown future. Alone, as usual but fearless. But he creeps in sometimes and then sadness reigns... Not as often though and not as intense as it used to.
I will be just fine. And do not want to let anybody in. No need.
But past is past and present is present.
I am moving on and stepping into unknown future. Alone, as usual but fearless. But he creeps in sometimes and then sadness reigns... Not as often though and not as intense as it used to.
I will be just fine. And do not want to let anybody in. No need.