Another person I loved has said good bye. Suddenly. Without communicating. Just a story so silly it isn’t worth repeating.
This is easy for you, she said. You’re a love ball. You put yourself out there over and over.
Holding my peace when my heart is breaking is hard work. I’m glad I’m getting better at it. But it’s painful work. And I’m tired of it.
I’ve given up on the loving relationship I’ve always dreamed of. I find mostly ego in relationships – up and and down – and then over. These attempts at love do seem to enrich my life. But I’m not going for that any more.
I choose peace. That’s all.