- May 28, 2008
I understand what went wrong, and its too late to fix it.
There is still so much else good in life, good in my life.
Many interesting people, much fun to be had.
I have not been dreaming about her (at least, I don't think so, I usually don't remember my dreams though)
Tonight I did.
She was at my home for some reason. It was late. She was in the living room, I in my bedroom. I had been acting as if everything were normal, but I was roiling inside.
I'm not sure exactly what about.
Mostly I was angry.
Often, I am (angry) when I'm awake, in real life.
But, at her? at life? at myself?
I don't know.
I feel like she took from me my love. The feeling of love itself. I no longer have any love. I have nothing. (I have things, many things, but nothing to take the place of love).