Oh, what am I doing? I failed at being with Virgil, now I think I'm going to fail at being without him. I want my life back, even though I didn't like it.
All the advice articles I read say a clean break and no contact is essential for moving on. My flatmate Ela thinks so too. But if I cut Virgil out of my life, my social life goes with it. And I can't imagine life without Virgil. I just can't. It's an impossibility. It's like imagining life without your right arm, or food.
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