I felt better this morning, had almost put the last twenty-four hours out of my mind, then someone sent me an email, asking if I had heard the good news. Even though they couldn’t see me, I put a smile on my face as I hit reply and typed, “Yes, isn’t it great”, when all the time I was dying inside.
How long is it going to take before an icy chill doesn’t thread through my veins when I think of you and her together? Will I have to avoid you? Will you wonder why I have dropped off the face of the earth again, why I don’t answer your calls or mails?
How many times will I have to go through this before I accept that you and I can never be anything more than friends? How long before the façade is back in place?
How long before my heart turns to stone?
I Grieve... 