How does one pick up the pieces?
So here was this man. This gorgeous man with a crooked smile. He wanted me, talked about our life together, and then he didn’t.
He ran away again. This time for good. And I am broken.
How does one move forward from the conversations where you had planned your life with a person? Named children, built imaginary houses and empires. Spoke of the future like a tangible and inevitable thing. How do you move on from the feeling that this was it. You were done. You thought that no matter what life threw at you it didn’t matter because you both were in it.
And then he was gone, again. He speaks the unthinkable:
"I never think about you. And if I was in love with you, I would think about you. And I don’t. I’m just not in love with you."
How do you move forward?
I just don’t know.