It is not so much that it ended. Logically I accept that. It is waking up every day anew having to relive the emotional trauma that my best days are behind me. That I had my moment, my glory. I die a thousand times. I feel the loss of her leaving and closing the curtain on that moment. I am tired of dying inside every day.
I simultaneously want to recapture that glory and hope to god I never do. I live in turmoil because that means the moment exists in someway. The torture is proof it was uniquely singular and powerful. Not just in my life but the world.
I live only in the hopes that I see her one last time and die in her arms
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