resigned to the fact my actions will problably never allow me to have the love I had allways dreamed off. That my BS will allways feel the detachment. That he will never look at me the same. Which really is fine.
I couldn't live up to that person he saw me as.
Has anyone else gotten to this point or felt this. Just the saddness that won't let go that seems to have is dark hand around your heart and soul. And what have you done to get out.
“The most difficult times for many of us are the ones we give ourselves.”
― Pema Chödrön