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Posted 1 month ago
Bitter(sweet)
I’ve been reading a blog by an old lover. I don’t post there, I don’t reach out. I can’t. They are in a place in their life that doesn’t include me. This was made plain many years ago - a choice was made. And it was the right choice for them. I made some poor choices, and really believed they were the right choices. They may even have been the right choices at the time. Who knows? They got me where I am today and so for that much I am thankful for them. I would not be the person I am without those choices.
But still, I wish I could have a part in my former lover’s life. When I read words of pain, that I could reach out with a hug. Because I do still love that person. Or a part of me does, and always will. Instead, all I can do is witness from afar, and send my energy into the universe, hoping some of it may fall on them sometime.
I know this is something stalkerish. I also know I’m not unique in doing it. Mostly I know that by doing it, this far removed viewing of their life, I am distancing myself from my own life.
How to get past the point of painful nostalgia to wistfulness in this matter, so that I can keep moving on in my life - that is one of my current challenges.
Posted 2 months ago
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