I’d be lying if I told you that losing you was something I could handle.
Therapist: How did it feel? When you saw him again?
Me: I was so nervous on the way there but then when I rounded on the corner and I could see his face, this peace came over me. But it wasn’t peace exactly. It didn’t feel like a happy-peace.
Therapist: What did it feel like?
Me: Like the peace you feel when you’re done trying, when you finished a long race. It wasn’t triumph. I felt exhausted.
Therapist: Does that mean you feel like you’ve moved on?
Me: No. I’m exhausted of trying to act like I don’t love him anymore. I’m accepting the fact that I always will."