My sister asked last week if there was anything she could do. I answered simply "find someone to buy my house so I can move." She then asked the question that everyone else is afraid to ask "you know that isn't going to fix anything, right?"
And I do.
I know moving won't fix my broken heart.
I know the pain will remain.
It won't evaporate just because I change venues. But I will be able to eat at restaurants that have nothing to do with him. I won't have to fear Target because I could run into him or his family. I will be able to have a drink with friends without the fear of seeing them together or seeing his friends. I won't have to have contact with him because there are joint bills to be paid.
I know nothing is going to make this better except for time. Time seems to be the only thing I have these days.
Days upon days of time.
Alone.
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