Someone asked me recently how to get over someone that was never truly yours. And I'm not sure how to answer that question. Because there is no closure, no moment of relief, no acceptance of what has come and gone. You don't get to take down the photos and delete the messages. You don't get to give away his old sweater and rip apart the ticket stubs. There is nothing there. Nothing to hold on to and nothing to let go of. No birthday cards and no anniversary presents, no roses or valentine chocolates, no favorite songs and no to-go date night movies. There's nothing there. Nothing at all. It's just one giant 'what if'. And I still haven't figured out how to let go of the 'what ifs'.
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My Virtual Journal
Non-FictionA collection of those writings where the chaos in my mind finds itself home.
