After all is said and done... I cannot deny that everything I felt was real. Everything I felt. I sit here and mourn something bigger than a love that is lost. I mourn the loss of me. Of everything I was or thought I was. Here I am now.. just a broken and fragmented version of many pieces of me.. That I will have to now rebuild from the bottom. Something more real and substantial. With purpose, meaning and worth. With so much worth. I just need to feel it. Feel worth it.
One day I will be there.
For now.. I mourn and suffer and lick my wounds in the corner.
One day I will be there.
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