It is everywhere.
It fills in the gaps left by what we once were.
We did/do not watch television.
We would watch movies.
Now, movies suck. WH watches, or has movies running ALL THE TIME. I think, he is using this as a 'filler'. Cant talk while the movie is on, right?
For me, SHE is everywhere.
Every, young, tall, shy brunette. Every girl in her twenties.
Every love song, every park, every group of young people walking down the street, or sitting in a restaurant.
Every summer, affair season.
Last week, when I was paying for groceries. The clerk looked so much like OW, when she smiled and looked at me I choked.
I cried all the way out of the store, all the way home. WH, looked at me like I was a crazy person.
For him, its over.
For me, I feel as if I have been left out of the good stuff….I want to be a lover, I want to be desired, I want someone to look at me with light and respect in their eyes… I want to feel good again. But, it is everywhere, like a stain. A filthy rancid oil, upon my skin.
If only I could wipe my mind clean, clear. I could breath?