StolenMoment
The slate was clean, but she didn't feel optimistic that she could create the life she wanted anymore. So often she caught herself looking back, wondering, wishing, regretting. Why couldn't she just let it all go? She wanted desperately to look forward and to manifest a life worth living.
I miss the feelings associated with knowing him. I used to feel that closeness and those connected moments between two lovers. Now it's as though I sit in silence with a stranger. How do we come to these places? How do things get turned around so quickly?