It's been two weeks.
And I still have not been able to let go.
My husband's reminders of how unhappy "we" were, his talk about his new place, his claims to love and miss me- "but"... are all persuasive.
And still, I don't let go.
I will, though.
I have to.
I'll never understand how one walks away from something so special.
"Love bears all things, endures all things"...
Perhaps it wasn't the love I thought it was all along. Perhaps it was a lie. That's the only explanation there is.
It simply didn't exist. At all.
And so, I let go.