My Old Friend For A Visit

i should be angry at her.

i shouldn't be able to tolerate thinking about her or feel her. But see, that's the thing about loving someone so purely. true, i do feel the anger, the hurt, the pain, but there is always the love that accompanies it. it's there. it reminds me and tellms that all these will pass and all that will be left will be the love. it tells me to hang on a little bit longer. just a little bit longer. there are no words coming right now. just pain and confusion. my old friend.