When Friendship Dies
There’s an empty spot in my heart where she used to be and it’s tender as hell sometimes.
There’s an empty spot in my heart where she used to be and it’s tender as hell sometimes.
You gently claimed me without any pretense or assumptions. You wanted me, and I wanted you back, and incredibly that was enough. It is enough.
It’s not perfect, of course, but I’ll tell you what – it doesn’t need to be.
Fast forward to the current moment – I’ve moved to a much smaller community up the coast.
But I’m not happy. No matter what I do, something isn’t right here.
I’m tired of torturing myself over someone who does not – and will not – feel deeply for me.
I’m working through this the best I can.
You don’t want a relationship, but you use the people around you to get all the benefits of one without having to make the same commitment.
Go inward. It sounds counterintuitive, but sometimes you need to dig into your psyche in order to be okay getting out of your own head.
Yes, I write about myself. I write about my life. I write what I know.