Why? I don’t know. There is still a part of me deep inside that wants him back, that yearns for his body to hold mine against his…
Okay. I know it’s been forever since Loverman has been gone, but I have been thinking about him a lot lately (I am referencing him as Loverman instead of Loserman in this post because that is the ‘him’ I miss).
It probably has a lot to do with the evolution of my relationship with Alaska and the scary potential of actually even having one.
Anyway… Loverman was entirely too proud.
I am still working on this… It’s been almost a year, yet every day I still think of Loserman and wish for what we had… But also every day I tell myself that the Loverman I know and love is completely gone… After all, Life is Shadows, and shadows are impermanent and ever-changing… Both good and bad..