The universe is shouting it: GET OVER HIM.
I have tried, universe. Obviously you know that. And you're still asking. SO fine, I'll keep trying, and maybe this time I'll succeed. I have to.
I have to trust that letting go of such a huge chunk of my life will feel better than continuing to let it fester. I have to believe that there *is* something better than the deranged, sick high I get from the chemical reaction that is us.
How will I counter him when he finally does re-arrive? It's always his presence that undoes me, strips away my resolve and leaves me bruised for the trouble.
