Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love.
I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. That pain is like an axe that chops at my heart.
Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.
if i were a caterpillar i would probably emerge from my cocoon as another slightly fatter caterpillar