Ugh feelings

Do you lust after strong, intelligent women or are you not in need of therapy?

The sense of abandonment is real- abandonment from someone who probably doesn't even remember that I exist.

How I wish we'd never met. I'd be a lot less miserable, I think.

It's a deep, heaving grief, the kind that settles into your bones and weighs you down. One that threatens to overwhelm and drown.

My dreams of you? My dreams would make Byron blush and fall to his knees, begging for mercy.

And I hear them whisper, 'but she was married, her husband's so nice. Why on earth would she throw all that away for a woman?'

'You blush so prettily under my gaze,' she whispered. God help me, all I could do was blush harder in response.

I wish I'd spent more of my life loving you.

The longing in your voice when you said 'home.' The anguish within when I wished it to be me.

456 days. So long it took to see you again. And when I did it was glorious. A peace settled upon my soul, nurturing it. I felt alive once more.

What do I keep looking back for? Hoping to catch a glimpse of you? But you're long gone.

All the things I write, the emails and letters I never send make me feel as if you're still here, that the words printed on my soul will embed themselves into your heart.

And suddenly just like that I detested you with every fiber of my being.

She was a piece of the divine here on earth and you don't meet someone like that twice in a lifetime.