I wish I could put how I feel into words. Maybe then I could get it out of my system, if only for a few minutes. It would be like putting down a fifty pound backpack after hiking a mountain, or sitting down after running a 5k marathon.
A relief.
It's been around 8 months since this all started, and I will admit that it's not as incapacitating as it used to be, but that doesn't mean it doesn't still hurt. Nobody should ever have something in their life that incapacitates them, breaks them beyond repair, ruins them.
But we do.
What good is love if it always goes away?
