I think I’m ready to feel. Again. It’s occurring to me that maybe I’ve grieved the loss of my innocence, not only of him. Maybe I miss the me that fell in love, so simply. Where my instinct was to love fearlessly without fearing consequence. This journey has been intense, but let’s leave this to rest. Let’s end this pain and move on to a new test. Because I know so sincerely, that my love was only meant purely, and perhaps given to someone who could never understand it fully.