I see that part of my mind. I’m standing by that door.
I used to think that every milestone I reached was the end. Now I know, there is no end. Just a life filled with milestones.
In most of my life, I feel abundance. But not with him. I feel such starvation and deprivation. I feel him slipping through my fingers…
And it’s all in your thoughts.
It is. And I know it is. And I know what to do to turn it around.
And there is so much pain.
“Better. Worse. Good… Does it really matter which people we let into our lives? Who we choose to mate with? Why does romantic love have to be twisted into everything we do?”
“I’m grieving…”
“Anna…”
“Everything in my life is right where it needs to be. Why can’t I accept this and move on?”
“What do you wish?”