I want this part to be over, I want to stop feeling like my emotions are being carried along a river, gently flowing, then crashing into the bank. I want to get the crying over.
Today, fate lending it's helping hand, caused us to bump into each other in a bookshop, I felt weak, it was awkward, he came up to me, said hello, asked what I had bought, explained about a fierce looking burn on his arm. My head was spinning, I didn't know what to say. He looked worn, his hair looked chewed. Tonight he sent me a text, offering me a 'proposition' he will keep trying to improve, if I stop my destructive behaviour.
I can't explain, as I don't think I have the vocabulary, how this makes me feel, there should be, and could be one single word which expresses the hurt, frustration, disappointment and a little pity that he is still unable to understand the depth of what has happened.
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