Moving On
I am not who I was. Before all of this. Before her. I used to know myself. Used to have a good idea, anyway. I believed in something greater. I don’t think I do anymore. When I met her, I opened my heart. It was amazing. And frightening. And surreal. And glorious. She was so bright. So luminous. I thought that, if only I spoke to her… Maybe that brightness would become part of me. For a time, it did. For a brief moment, I felt… whole. We laughed. We played. We smiled. I loved her. She was everything to me. I am not who I was. I don’t feel what I felt. Where once there was peace… And joy… Now, there is only sorrow. Loneliness. Anguish. The pain of change. The price of transformation. The cost of love. My heart was once full. Now it is empty. There is a void. I cannot fill it. Not yet. No one told me that it would be like this. No one told me moving on would be so hard. I didn’t know the cost. Now I pay the price. When will it end? I am not wh...