My minds tells me.
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Updated 8 years ago,June 25, 2017
I met someone else.
Ive been on the receiving end of this statement so many times, its almost comical.
Roberto Nickson
I met someone else.
My minds tells me.You.
Is she prettier than me?
Where can I find a sense of control something to fix to prevent this from happening again?
Maybe I should send out a survey?
My pool is large enough at this point, I could almost promise anonymity.
Roberto Nickson
What am I doing wrong?
How can I be enough?I met someone else.
Tonight Ill listen to Mad World and cry quietly while I get ready for bed.
Ill take a melatonin and congratulate myself for it not being a Zopiclone.
Because I will heal.
But the most disconcerting part is the ultimate relief that washes over me.
A paradoxical, dreadful relief.
Relief in the comfort of aloneness.
Relief in the comfort of rejection.
Relief in no longer feeling vulnerable.
I come back to this moment.
No one can hurt you now, my mind reassures me with a smile.
He met someone else.
