I think I have to pretend that you’re dead. It’s unnatural for me to do that and it makes me very sad.
I don’t want to keep trying to hold onto you by keeping a blog.
You hurt me. I wanted you to know it, and I think you do. I hope on some level you understand how I’ve been feeling.
I don’t wish bad things on you. Sometimes I do for a minute, because it feels so unfair that you could say goodbye to me like you did and then walk away like I don’t exist.
I think this will hurt me to some degree forever. I wish you would help me fix it, but it doesn’t seem like you will.
I care about you and think I always will. If you ever want to reach out to me, please don’t hesitate.
This isn’t the way I wanted things to go, but it’s where we are and I can’t change it by myself.
Heather