*Just a quick not: This is the worst five percent of how I feel. For the maybe thirty seconds at a time. I'm not a moper, but it feels dishonest to pretend I never feel this way. Yes, i'm not always Pollyanna
Every day, you creep into my thoughts in a new and perplexing way.
I still haven't found a way to divorce your memory from the however-many years I knew you.
I don't love you anymore, but the memory of that love can still take my breath away.
If I think about it, in total honesty, I never want to love someone as much as I much as I loved you again. It gives the other person too much power.
Which is why, in my darker, more bitter moments, I think it's likely i'll never be in a serious, committed relationship again.
I wish I could hate you. I wiah you hadn't been a part of every strong emotion I felt for those years.
Butt I still don't wish i'd never met you.
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