The headline read, “The River Wolf Strikes Again.” As with the other victims, a body was found in the Ohio River. The throat had been torn out and the arms and hands showed lacerations consistent with defensive wounds.
Maybe it exists to keep us all humble, to remind us that we all make mistakes. Or maybe it keeps us in denial, to simply justify the wrongs that we’ll never be able to make right.
My loneliness has nothing to do with being alone. I’m realizing. My loneliness is from losing him. As a friend. As a lover. As a person in my life.
I have learned by having a brick wall fall on me about what’s really important in life.
I remember the past, more now than I used to.
By closing myself off from any possible attachment, I’m making myself incapable of finding love.
He told me he found someone else yesterday. He found someone that he truly enjoyed hanging out with and I wanted to die.
It is easy, I think, to become a victim of your past.
Whether it’s a bad memory, a grudge, a relationship that can’t mend or a broken heart, there’s always a time to let go.
Can I please get an answer to this question?