The rose-colored glasses have a delightful appeal, masking the dull, looming pain of the grieving process.
We tell ourselves that we are ok, that we will make it… but will we? It’s one thing to know that there’s nothing between two people and move on without looking back. It’s another to always feel like one day you will wake up and that day will be the day you feel ok, that it’s all been just a really bad nightmare.
Truth be told, the pretty little lies I’ve been telling myself… that I’ll be ok, that at least I eventually found out how he felt and I wasn’t losing my mind when he got married… it’s all just a load of shit.
The reality… He’s not here, you’re not there. There’s nothing. There’s no future, only a past riddled with indiscretions and broken hearts.
My soul misses his, I feel dead inside. I did this to myself and so I must trudge on living a life of denial and hoping I wake up one day healed.
Impossible Love 