I didn't want to talk about it. I didn't want to bring it up, but i had to. I come from a family that puts band-aids on problems instead of confronting them. I'm not like them. I air dirty laundry because it's the only way for it to come clean.

But I didn't want to.

I feel like someone has died. Maybe a part of myself. Maybe it's that glimer of hope you get when you think you've found it. Everything seemed to fit so perfectly. I don't know that I've ever ben so well understood, nor understood someone so well. It simply was not enough, and I could not and can not figure out how to make it enough.

But how do you let that go?

How do you erase from the mind's eye the contented picture of a future that can no longer happen?