This is my story of letting go, moving forward and healing. Read it or don’t. It’s not written for you anyway.
I love him more than I will ever put into words. Him. His smile. The way he says “laughing hysterical” instead of “laughing hysterically”. His nose that is too big for his face. His lip that quivers when he cries. The way he made me feel – sexy, loved, incredible. My soulmate. My person. My best friend. He is so beautiful. I wish you could know him like I do.
For six years I have loved him, but he isn’t mine to love. He never was. We both believed we belonged to each other, but we never did, and now I realize that I need to gracefully move forward without anger.
So here I am, writing. I have no one else to confide in. I don’t know if I can survive this. Please help me, if you are out there. How can I move forward?
I don’t know how to live a life without him. Does writing about it make it worse? I’m sobbing while I type this.
I am begging you. Please. Help me get through this.