In the wake of this experience, the loneliness backfills the vacuum of empty space where life resided.
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...
I am willing to accept far less than I offer in exchange for being loved, to be important to someone. I was willing to do the work - mine and hers - and avoided bringing my needs and wants of the Partnership. I acted as if I wasn't as important as her.