The Truth

The truth is that love doesn't just go away overnight because you're angry with a person and it doesn't just stop because you want it to.

The truth is that I'm still glad to see his car in the lot when I pull in.

The truth is that I try to find excuses to talk to him during the day.

The truth is that I miss his looking at me, smiling and sighing.

The truth is that I would do anything to turn back the clock and not know some of the things I now know and have learned some of the other things a bit sooner.

The truth is that I wish I could have let go when I really needed to...let go of my ego, let go of my resentment, let go of my defenses.

The truth is that I hate what he did, but I don't hate him.

The truth is that I would do things so much differently despite how hard I believed I worked at this, and despite his being so much to blame.

The truth is that it hurts to sit beside him in the car and not hold his hand.

The truth is that I long to feel him spooning me when I lay in bed at night.

The truth is that knowing I will love again doesn't make this pain go away.