Acceptance

I don’t know how to accept that I’ve lost someone.

The mere thought of someone else touching me makes me ill.

I want to not care.

I want to not love him.

I want to fall out of love.

I want to be indifferent.

I wish I’d never met him.

But the thought of never having met him saddens me at the same time.

He is the wisest soul I know and I am grateful I know him. At the same time … it’s torture.