Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we’d manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give
Lyrics from "Precious" by Depeche Mode
And then it was the morning after. The morning after the breakup. The morning when a person wakes up and knows that this day is different than yesterday. Yesterday there was hope. Today there is just loss. Yesterday was alive with emotions both good and not so good and today just seems hollow. It isn’t that I didn’t see it coming, because I did. But knowing that its lingering out there somewhere, slowly moving closer doesn’t make it any easier.
I wonder what’s wrong with me. Why I can’t seem to make a relationship last. I want them to. I can even keep things going for a year or so, and then they start to unravel for this reason or that, perhaps for reasons that don’t really exist. I look at other people that seem to have learned a secret that eludes me. I don’t get it.
And so I started the morning after. The morning to get out of bed and start the first full day of a new life I am not sure I want.
Monday, May 11, 2009
The Morning After
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I am sorry you're going through this. The post-break up pain is still very real to me, two months later. I wonder similar things about myself- why can't I make it work, what's wrong with me, etc. Maybe it isn't that we're the problem (maybe just part of it?) but that we have yet to find the right person at the right time? Maybe that's what those other people have that we don't?
ReplyDeleteHere's hoping.
My thoughts and best wishes are with you now and always. Do whatever you have to do to make yourself happy. Be selfish. Be lazy. Be impulsive. Heal. Regret. But not too much. Grab for everything life has to offer, because that's a lot. And you deserve it.
ReplyDeleteHi Robb - I'm so sorry. If I was still in Delhi, I'd take you out for ice cream and to go shopping at a mall. Doesn't that cheer everyone up? Big hugs...
ReplyDeleteJenny