I can’t pretend anymore.
I know how long it’s been and I should be so much farther from this than I am.
I am not.
I am nowhere near okay. I am nowhere near happy again.
I miss him every morning when I wake up and there is nothing.
I see him in every bed, in every bath, in every lone cabin surrounded by snow topped trees. I hear him in every synth and bass note. I can’t just sit here and pretend I am fine again. I am not fine.
I am not getting over it. I want my friend back. I hate that I can’t know how his life is going or what is happening at work or with the kids. I hate myself for wanting that, wanting to know about him when he clearly doesn’t want to know about me anymore.
I hate how I was replaced so quickly. I hate that I can’t post anything anymore, because I don’t know who I am there, not now, not when he doesn’t have my back anymore. I have been secluded there as well, put with the masses, unimportant and faceless.
The man that once wanted to be president of the company that makes me happy, now is careless with me, and I can’t reciprocate that. That would be a true lie, to act as if my heart doesn’t want him.
I am human wreckage.