Perfected :: Her Body :: Greek Necessity :: Deep Throats :: Scrolls

Tell Me on a Sunday I think it's just that for the first time in a while I'm feeling utterly alone. All the reassurances, the soft comforting presence of her in my life have suddenly been ripped away. And it *wasn't* sudden, not really. There was a sickening inevitability about all this, these last couple of weeks. The long silences and longer moments of repressed realistaion that she was moving further and further away from me, that this distance was something we couldn't overlook. The realisation that something, somwhere along the line, was going to have to give. Something that turned out to be us. I don't know what I should be writing because I don't know what I should be feeling. People keep telling me what to think, but sadly each piece of advice is at odds with the other. I have a devil and an angel on each shoulder (if the devil were a self-described small Evertonian Satanist and the angel a wee Scottish lassie with stripey hair and a She Ra fixation). I honestly don't know if I should be fighting for this or not, and it's the 'or not' that scares me. Things just changed, in a seismic shift that leaves me reeling even now, and I don't know where or how the hell I'm standing amidst all this rubble. I love her. That's not even in question. I don't think I could hurt this much if I didn't. And I know what she *says*. I stopped trusting the words so implicitly when they stopped being followed up by actions. I would have worked for this. I would have pulled her to me and tried to never let her go. But after long, angry, tear-filled silences, we brought things to a 'conclusion'. If she sad the right words, I'd...but it's a moot point, because I don't think she will. If you want the truth, I want to scream my throat bloody, beging for this to eb some other way. ______________________________ we have come so far :: it is over

Accomplishment :: The Moon :: Toga :: Night Flower