Seems like lately I'm surrounded by people going through what I went through. It's an epidemic.
And it makes me think again when I had just begun to not think about it so much. I don't want to think about it anymore.
We stopped at 31 years but it coulda, woulda, maybe shoulda been 34 years a week ago today.
But it won't. He married her about a month ago. They moved to Houston last weekend. End of story. Closure?
I was talking with my brother yesterday and wondered out loud if it's a female thing to pine so for what we lose. He said he thought maybe it was and that guys move on more easily.
Whatever. I carry the scars and wear them like a badge; a testament to what, I don't know.
To the fact that I could love deeply? Hang on to righteous indignation adamantly? BFD. Perseverance ain't no piece of cake.
I wish I were a guy.
My brother says he thinks of me when he hears this song.
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The grass is never greener...
He'll realize that soon enough.
Trust me.
~ from a guy
People tell me he'll get his and part of me really hopes so. I appreciate the guy's POV, Jarhead.
Tempted to say I'm sorry, but my guess is this really will be what you need to move on and you may be able to do it much sooner than you would have guessed- really I think you'll be surprised.
Be good and take care.
You're absolutely right, Kev.
PS Saw you're question as I skimmed the other day and forgot to answer: it will be a rapidly replictaing and mutating virus that causes the zombie outbreak and you'll be glad to know me in the post apocalyptic zombie infested world as I've seen evey zombie movie there is.
Ha
; )
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