It's about that time.
I had a dream about Big last night. I woke up this morning with something close to a broken heart. I've done so well with putting that to rest, but apparently I'm not done processing.
I'm trying to move forward.. move on.. but I loved this man. With everything that I had. In my dream, we were lying in bed. Talking like we used to. He told me that his life was back in order, and he missed me. He loved me. He was sorry.
Then I asked why he came back, and he gave me the same shit he always has. "Things are crazy. I don't even want to get into it."
/le sigh
I know nothing has changed. Someday soon, it will not hurt. Someday, it will just.. stop.
Just not today.
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