It feels as though the walls are caving in. It's been months now that I've left my tears in but I know, I know it is never really over, not just yet. Moving on is not as simple as it is said to be. The memories that linger every night before i sleep and in the morning when i wake up...it wears me out. I sat down last Sunday morning and refused to do anything until i discovered that all the things I thought I'd figured out earlier were either wrong or not quite what I assumed.
The following evening, I finally got my first glimpse of reality after the long period I've been in denial. I was at my work desk at home when the phone buzzed. It was Mr. Too Good To Be True. The moment he spoke into the receiver I knew we were both in mortal danger...still in that instant i felt well...whole even. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, the blood pulsing hot n fast through my veins again.
My senses filled deep with the elemental, honest words spoken by him and my heart reacted to it with serene inevitability. It was like there were never been any hole in my chest...I was perfect, not healed but as if there had never been a wound in the first place.
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