“Yeh, I am.”
earlier today…
“Didn’t you say you lost your husband”, asked a newer acquaintance.
“Yeh.”
“You still miss him alot,” more of an observation than a question.
“I do. He was so much fun, always joking around, making every one laugh. And he played guitar…hearing it around the house all the time. I miss that a lot…”
“How long has it been again?”
My voice broke somewhere in the middle, “4 years.”
Quietly, “You’re still in love with him…”
“Yeh… I am.”
I don’t say it out loud very often. Too many people want to fix it and my “you’ll get over it, passed it, fall in love again” meter red-lined a long time ago.
Kind of surprised me that I reacted so strongly to that question, especially after so much time has passed…my chest is still burning and pushing at the bottom of my throat.
For what it’s worth, I’m sending positive energy {your} way.
thank you.
As always my heart goes out to you.