This Is It

Good afternoon to all,

 

How is everyone?

Hope all is well with you.

I thought I should use this time to share what's going on.

 

The main focus and attention is about a person I use to speak to or contact regularly.

Ever since we have parted ways.

I haven't been myself.

Let alone able to adjust and 'move on'.

 

I know it is a part of life.

I do not want to appear unrealistic, brash or rude.

It would be fair to say old habits do die hard.

At the same time, I know that we (or I) have to keep moving forward.

In order, to grow and further develop.

 

I have had thoughts about this person without a day break.

Because, I care for this person.

At the same time, the person may not feel the same or anything at all.

What will be will be.

I know my life doesn't evolve around just one person.

However, no one else can fill that space or be replaced.

I get choked up each and every time without fail.

 

I cannot begin to express the sheer difficulty or despair.

It is enough to make you feel so deflated with little or no energy, inspiration or motivation.

I try to push on (as that is the only way I know how).

Whether it be keeping myself occupied or distracted.

 

When all else has failed or seems helpless.

Where do you really go from here?

What do you do you do?

How can things ever go back to the way it was?

Why is it me that always falls flat on my face?

 

Thank you for your time.

 

Have a great day.

Parents
  • Losing people is so hard. Even if you never truly get over it, time helps and it won't always hurt this much.

    Do you have any friends or family members who you could get in touch with? Perhaps being around other people would help a little (I find I always dwell on things more when I'm alone).

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  • Losing people is so hard. Even if you never truly get over it, time helps and it won't always hurt this much.

    Do you have any friends or family members who you could get in touch with? Perhaps being around other people would help a little (I find I always dwell on things more when I'm alone).

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