I am writing my blog in the first person – yes hello, it’s Summerhill Lane. No poems, short stories, paintings or erotica – just grief and tears are pouring out of me this day.
Who or what is upsetting me to this extent?
My person, my twin, my soul, my heart, my beloved, my friend and confidant.
He is still living a life but not with me. He is silent and this hurts me tremendously.
He has abandoned, ghosted, rejected, and played with my heart most grievously. A hole is left and waits empty.
What am I supposed to learn from this? How to cry nonstop with no relief? Live my best life alone?
I don’t want to.
He sent a text two days ago apologizing for hurting me but no words of love.
He threw me a bone.
Am I a dog?
Bow Wow 😁