Alone versus loneliness... there's a difference. But when experienced together, it makes the heart sore. My heart is sore.
And would you really tell me to get over it? To get a straw and suck it up? To get on with life?
Please don't.
How long has it been now? About three weeks I believe. I thought the days leading up to departure (not goodbye) were hard. But it's still hard. Will it ever be easy? Would it be appropriate for it to become easy? If it did then could I honestly say "I miss you"?
"Distance makes the heart grow fonder" they say. How true, how true...
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Hmm, you still miss, but you learn to live without. It is a strange thing. I feel like i have abandoned people in my leaving, choosing my own desires and wants over them, over their company. But then again they have encouraged me to pursue these things.
It gets better.
I was lonely, abandoned, rejected, homeless, unloved and much more. This was my childhood. If any fool tries to tell you that it goes away or somehow becomes bearable, but that one has lead a sheltered life, then that person is a pathetic fool.
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