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.
