Strangely enough, I do today. (Feel like I’m standing on the other side of that.) Cold, hard reality is intervening, and I can’t shelter in the usual songs, because I’m starting to expect myself to be moving on.
In truth, a fresh start really does appeal, because that’s what seems to be happening in other areas of my life. Mind you, in order to accomplish that, I’m going to have to let go of the fear that ‘moving on’ means forgetting. In a sense, it does, but in the most positive of senses. I’ll be letting all that crap go. I’m holding a lot of anger, mainly about what happened to Kim…or what Kim let happen to her.
I’m not sure I’ll ever understand that. Mind you, that level of heartache, don’t know that I’d want to. I love her, but…well, with love, there shouldn’t be any buts, I guess. I suppose I’m sounding off into mid-space without really knowing what I expect. I love Kim, but the choices she made weren’t altogether beneficial.
And here I am again…