Today would have been 9 years... if we had stayed married.
If we hadn't already been divorced for two years.
This is still my heart break, not yours.
I understand now that pain either goes away
or you learn to live with it.
And so...
I've shifted my focus to new possibilities rather than wishing for a different past.
Because you can't go back.
I have to know you to forgive you.
But you are a stranger to me.
Until we spend more than five minutes together. 13 years does that I guess.
I don't want you to be the one,
yet you have always been.
Why else would I have married you?
And so...
I live with it.
