It’s easier when people die.
Death is so very rational, so very black and white. Death means we will never see them again, no matter how much our heart hurts over that loss.
We understand the finality of physical death.
We don’t have to worry about running into them anywhere. Or what will happen if we do. Will they acknowledge us or turn away? We don’t wonder how they are. We won’t pick up the phone, send a text or email.
But I don’t understand that loss in any rational way when the death of a relationship comes in the form of abandonment.
It’s just not the same, poof, gone, here one minute gone the next, like death.
When one person walks away without a word, there is just no closure.
It’s the deepest cut.
I will always wonder…..
Sands of Time 
You can choose to let the latter words shared serve as resolution and you can choose to let that be final…if you choose.
Choosing not to…? Well isn’t that really just like choosing to torture yourself? Isn’t it in some fashion just like rubbing your tongue over and over a sore tooth?
Choose your happiness my friend…even as you grieve…
Happiness is a choice and an action. So is self love. Love yourself today and tomorrow and the day after, by not grasping or pining for what is passed now.
These things are different from grieving. Missing someone is not the same as pining or grasping…and you know the difference. I know that about you.
Be soft…Be happy.
Love you much…
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Yes, it’s picking at the scab over and over until it heals. Or rubbing your tongue until you develop a callous.
I Love myself enough to feel all the emotions – confusion, frustration, anger, disbelief and hurt instead of shoving them aside under false pretenses.
I love myself to know that I can never be with someone who would willfully abandon another without a word.
I love myself enough to try to ferret out my part of this and accept what is my responsibility. To look for the lesson.
And yet, as I read the words and take them into my heart they don’t transpose well at all. There are still notes of disharmony. the mind understands, the heart does not. Not because I don’t agree with much of it. I do. But because I do understand the boy inside the man. And his disillusionment as much of my own.
I will never understand. Not ever. Understanding is not always the same as accepting…
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Hugs…I know that time will soften your hurt and bring you wisdom, perspective and peace. Love you…
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