Almost a month ago, Charlie and I discussed moving apart. Last Monday, we finally decided that it's the way to go. It seems like the wise thing to do, all things considered, and maybe (at least in my imagination) this will give us the space to form a relationship that works better. We'll just have to see.

My emotions are mixed... and partly dormant. Mixed, for while it's sad that we need to move apart and I'll miss Charlie's constant presence, I feel liberated as well. Dormant, because I'm anticipating the worst but don't want to give in to that before it happens, if it does.
I'm afraid that we'll just drift apart without even realising it, and without talking about it. That fear leaves me feeling empty, and I don't really want to take it in. I love her, after all. It's as simple as that.

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