Somehow, I just keep thinking about Valentines Day. The time I sent you flowers. The time you ran off to Canada and I sat in your parking lot for nearly six hours wishing I could see you. And now.
I just have an overwhelming feeling….that I miss you. I feel like I want to send you calla lilies.
I know I can’t do that. You’re married. And I don’t want to be the ex that causes a shit storm. As well as I don’t want to cause my own shit storm here.
But, I still can’t stop wondering what would have happened if it was me that you married.
It’s 1230sm on Monday and I’m laying in bed thinking how do I get divorced…… Would you really want to be married to me? I am incapable of being in a committed relationship. I get like every day I die a little more……
Married or not, I just wanted to be in partnership with you. For you and I to be “us”. Yes, I was going to propose. Not to own you, but to lift you up in our struggles in the world.
I’m sorry you feel like you die a little each day in marriage.
https://trialoflove.com/i-was-going-to-propose-to-you-here/
I had just recently read this post….