Musing

I don't even know what to say at this point. Everything seemed fine but I guess it wasn't so? Normal on the outside but empty and broken on the inside. Maybe that's the problem. Maybe it's not us but it's the pain that isn't being expressed. The repression of the pain and love that are fighting for dominance inside of him. To wake up one morning and realize that's gone is an unbearable thought. Tempting, but unbearable. You can't do that, can you? You can't just wake up on morning and stop loving someone. If you did, then maybe the love wasn't there to begin with? Or it wasn't real? I'm not sure what to do with these thoughts other than write them down here.