Today was an odd day, more thoughts, more voices talking about you.
I don’t know what to do with all of them anymore, only what not to do.
To not seek you out.
To not ask you for closure.
Just to suffer this reality, which is so stupid.
Why can’t we have common ground?
Why can’t we speak?
It’s dumb.
And as they talk to me about your sexual misdeeds I become so much more numb.
Numb to the thought of you, the idea of you. But if I were to meet you now how much would that change?
A lot?
A little?
Not at all?
“The best way to get over someone is to get under someone.”
Maybe.
I’m trying.
But I don’t think, and I don’t feel, like I’m what the women of Boston are looking for in a man.
Confidence is everything I know, but I’ve been broken.
I’m healing.
Maybe I shouldn’t even try dating at all,
And yet,
The Indomitable human spirit persists.
We must persevere, I suppose.