I thought I was over all that.
Our relationship had shifted to a happier, friendlier place. We were able to speak to each other without
inflicting pain, without drama. With ease and compassion our language had changed.
Peace at last.
She spoke of marriage to another. That's all it took. No fault. Just conveying what had happened, how she felt.
I was taken from my comfortable place and stripped of my armor.
I thought I was over all that.
I sat nub at the news...staring into space. I don't know why I was so surprised. Kate is good to her.
She treats her like a queen and spoils her like a lover should. Why am I so stunned by the news?
It was bound to happen. A profound sense of failure on my part.
I thought I was over that.
She took her to Paris. Not our Paris but Kate is willing to carry the dream that she and I had carried.
There always seems to be a small stab to the heart. That I was unable to be more than myself.
Not sure why I am still open to this chronic pain when it comes to her.
I thought I was over that.
She did say no. Not ready she said. She still pines for me as I for her.
Thought I was over that too.
