The problem with love 

The more I think about it, the more I don’t want to move. I feel myself holding on to the hope that he’ll come back. That’ll he’ll realise he made a hasty decision in anger. That he’ll be ready to love me completely. 

Writing it, I know it’ll never happen.  He’d rather live with his decision than admit he was wrong. 

My issue is it came out of nowhere.  I thought things were finally going well. There were a few bumps cos both our lives were stressful. But there was nothing seriously wrong. 

Then BAMN 

I haven’t slept all day despite all the meds I’ve taken for the flu. Every hour or so, a wave of sadness hits me and I sob uncontrollably.  And for a moment I’m ok until the next wave.

There’s few things worse than being alone when you are sick and the fridge is empty and outside the rain is relentless…  With a fever and intense body aches.

Why does life have to be so hard?

I’m tired.  I’m broken.  I want out

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