Lost. That’s exactly how I feel without you. Alone, unwanted and low. I have lost all reason to go on living – actually I have nothing more to live for. I no longer recognize the woman I have become.
What have you done to me? At what point did I stop having a life? How did I lose myself so much in you that being away from you makes me feel so empty, so incomplete?
I never would have thought I could find myself here. Never ever. Two years ago I would have laughed so hard in the face of anyone who had dared tell me that I might find myself in a position like this one – nursing a terrible heartbreak.
Did you cast a spell on me? Is your magic of this world? Did you swear to break me and make me lose all that self-control of mine which you so badly hated?
How did you manage to charm your way into my heart, so quickly? Did I make it too easy for you? Should I have held out a bit longer? Did you see the longing in my eyes when I looked at you? Did you see through to my soul? How does it feel like knowing that you have broken this once strong and independent woman?
My will to fight is gone. I cannot even bring myself to fight this pain anymore. At the overripe age of 32, I know it is foolish of me to keep on pining for a love gone, but a part of me feels like holding on forever, holding the memories we shared close to my heart for the rest of my life, the good and the bad times.
I have no doubt, not one single bit, of the genuineness of your feelings for me, at least in the first few months before the other woman came in.
Sigh.
I have known love. I have known you. For this much, I am glad.
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