So I have this gnawing, aching, unbearable pain in my core right now. I suppose it is here to stay, and will never go away.
Does life ever get better?
On the one hand, I have always been an optimist. I believe that things can be accomplished. I believe that problems can be overcome.
On the other hand, there is a kind of pessimist in me that wonders whether it really matters in the end.
Because life is not perfect, and often not even good, no matter what goes right. And it’s been that way since generations before I was born.
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I still don’t know how I feel about you.
With ambivalence and in some measure of pain,
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Every bone in my body is crying out for me to do something, to take action. To find a way to make things better. But right now, there is nothing to do. Hope. That’s it.
Cling to hope.
Because I don’t want to live life without her.