over?
Thursday, Jan. 11, 2007
A few little words turned into explosions. The shards of glassy adverbs and nouns make me wonder where all the lovely words went. I really think I want to be done with you this time. I think you know it. I think you are going to be done with me before I have made my mind up 100%. So much for our lovely house in the hills of San Diego. So much for all of our dreams together. I should have trusted what you said to me 4 months ago. I should have believed you. I shouldn't have fought it.
I am really hearing the truth of it all: you will never love me the way I love you.
Unless you perform some hail mary miracle to save this (which I doubt), the devastation is quickly setting in.