This story is particularly painful, because it could be my own story, set in my teenage years with my very first love.
While the years are different, the feelings are the same. I know that black hole, that emptiness.
I'd like to think that you will be able to completely recover, but depending on your level of sensitivity, that will determine a lot.
I'm a highly sensitive individual, and it sounds like you are as well, so life will be more difficult, more intense.
The scar will always remain for we can never go back to the person we once were. But this should help you: you did nothing wrong and your love was pure. The only thing you did was love passionately, with your entire being, and this type of all-consuming passion can and usually does lead to suffering on some level.
I do wonder, have you ever seen her again? Do you still dream of her or have you grown used to the emptiness? Maybe it's not even right of me to ask such questions.
For me, well, my heart has become like a solid block of coal, filled with nothing but calcified emptiness. I've grown used to this condition, which is probably some kind of tragedy of which I am completely unaware. Heal yourself now before you become like me, a living, breathing love corpse.
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