I have no idea why I decided to call him at 4:50 am this morning. It wasn’t due to a moment of weakness. You know, when your heart aches and wants so desperately to hear that voice that makes you feel comfortable. Nope. I just called. And it broke my heart to know that he could have died last week. His place caught on fire. He was at work though. My heart SANK. Him explaining this story hurt worse than when he told me “I don’t feel the same way…I’m sorry.” I would have rather heard those words.
I never realized how much I cared for him. I mean, I knew I loved him, but to have him out my life by way of d—h is not what I want. No matter how many times I told him I wanted him gone.
So, I’ve ultimately come to the conclusion to stop burning bridges with people I care about. My heart is still aching…thinking about the possibility of his permanent absence.
Something buoyant.
xoxo TiffaneyDanielle
