• Always

    by  • May 22, 2014 • * Safe for Work *, Breaking Up • 1 Comment

    To the man who I will always love

    I’m sorry that I couldn’t recognise and appreciate how much you loved me and how your support got me out of bed in the morning after my mother died.

    I’m sorry that, in my haze of grief and confusion, I didn’t have the foresight to either put off your family staying with us, or try harder to make them like me. I wanted them to be my family too, and their disapproval tore me apart.

    I’m sorry that our beautiful, perfect love was eroded by my emotional instability and the habits you had that I could not abide.

    I’m sorry that we lost our way, and those two love struck people who had the same wishes, desires, and dreams, now won’t have a life together.

    I miss your beautiful eyes and your love that surrounded me like a well worn cardigan. I miss the sound of your breath as you slept.

    Thank you for what you did for me, because I am a better woman because of you, and I will always hold you in my heart.

    One Response to Always

    1. all the time
      May 22, 2014 at 1:54 pm

      Everything was perfect except your chest hair.

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