But life goes on. Life will go on. I had the taste, I had the experience and it was wonderful. I kinda hate that I knew it all along, that I let him sink so deep into my skin and now I feel this constant knot in my stomach like...well, like I’m about to explode. I knew he was too good for me. I knew it.
But, I also feel calm. I know that I did my absolute best. I’ve given him absolutely everything – nothing but love, care, support, space, understanding, an ear…always. I’ve only been faithful, I’ve no secrets from him. So, if he wants to call it a day, and that’s the sort of vibe I’m getting here, there’s nothing more I can do.
So.
I’ve just got to power through this inevitably slow day and hope I can channel this feeling of calm when I see him. I’ve just got to hear him out and see it through. I’m daunted, I’m sad…I’m just, in a bit of a hopeless space at the moment. I hope this eve I’ll be able to go home and collapse into sleep.
I really thought we could have been something special. I thought we were.
Wish I could stop feeling so sick.
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