It still hurts.
The pain still sits in the back part of my heart, my soul. I keep wondering why THIS one hurts so badly. Why the memories of him hurt like rose thorns.
We met at work, things were going great. A nice, sweet romance, a smart man, a sweet man, who was smart, and articulate.
Then like a train, crash and burn. He said it was because I didn’t have wrinkles on my forehead, and that my lips were thin and didn’t look like I was a generous person. Huh?
He called me stubborn. No, I am not stubborn, just independent and not NEEDING a man. But, wanting a partner. I haven’t been in love or felt like I was loved in a long time. It was nice and it felt so good to feel affection for and from another human being.
After a year now, it still hurts.
He contacted me on facebook of all places. I answered him and he told me he didn’t want anything to do with me, just see how I was doing. Reopening paper cuts in the heart. Thanks for the lemon juice.
I don’t think he is so sweet now.
It still hurts.