Thought I was okay, but I’m not.
Thought I could deal with solitude, but I can’t.
Thought I was through with this.
Didn’t realize how it would feel to imagine him with someone else.
Didn’t know that thought was a downward spiral; a slippery slope back to stage One.
Can’t get past stage Three.
Meditation begs me to forgive, but I can’t.
Prayer has no focus anymore.
Love is gone.
When do I start to breathe again?