You’ve moved on. I haven’t be able to. My life is so ordinary without “us” and loneliness for you is almost unbearable at times. I even miss the bad stuff and realize now I should have been more understanding and forgiving. If I had, I would not have driven you away. S.O.
There is no despair so absolute
as that which comes with
our first great sorrow.
Before we know what it is
to have loved and lost,
to despaired and have recovered hope.