Being so near this new man makes me feel more lonely in some ways. I fear I am growing to care for him, to feel real feelings, and all this does is remind me of all those nights pressed against The Ex.
Suddenly, this moving on has me flashing back to our shared bed in our shared apartment in that city, all that time spent together, all that time sharing parts of myself that he got in the split, all the stories and nuances and details, I gave them to him and now they are his.
Something about being close to someone again is dredging it all back up, is making it all feel too fresh, is making me re-hash it all, is making me close to tears over Things In the Past.
I will move on. I will not always be broken.
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