Love Letters to a Healing Heart
"Be not the slave of your own past – plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep and swim far, so you shall come back with self-respect, with new power, with an advanced experience, that shall explain and overlook the old." – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Let's talk about my ex-wife.
Try this again shall we?
I wrote as a plea to be heard. By someone.
Anyone.
By her...but in the quiet of the night, when love and grief can no longer be shouted down I hear the repressed whispers of knowledge reminding me the woman I long to hear from will never return.
I packed up everything and moved to Pittsburgh last week. I don't see myself ever going back. I don't want to be here but none the less I am.
And that's that...
Heroes are expendable. When it was hard she left and never looked back.
I'm done being anyone's Hero. I've paid my dues. I want to be a King to a Queen. I'm not disposable.
It is her loss.
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