writing through it....
So he left and came back. I thought that would be it. I'd know better, he'd know better, we would both just DO BETTER the second time around. I don't know how it got to this point. Am I really that stupid? Do I really crave the presence of a man that much that I am willing to deny reality and quality just to ensure he won't leave. I cannot deny that since he step foot back into my life, things are not the same. I'm trying to make them the same but they just aren't. I do not have the JOY I had. I have good times with him. Really, really good times. I love and cherish our friendship, but my life seems to be crumbling before me. Things just fell into place and now either the puzzle was never put together right the first time or I broke it by forcing a piece in that just didn't fit. Why can't I reconcile this within myself? It cannot be that difficult to leave a man. Can it? I want him, but there are parts of him that just don't mesh well with me or the life I want to lead. My vision is all cloudy now, literally and figuratively. I've got to end this, someway.