It’s still so hard to believe that someone I cared so much about, and envisioned so much of my life with, is now nothing.
The nothingist of nothing.
That future is no longer anything. It’s gone. Dreams dashed. Nothing.
And I feel nothing for it.
I sit here thinking “well, it’s over.” Where I once thought “this is it.”.
How does that reconcile. It doesn’t.