Feelings In Limbo

There’s a place of temporary residence between irate and heartbroken. I know. I’m currently here. It’s an odd place to be. I want to hate him, but to hate him I have to love him. I want to mourn him, but to mourn him I would have to let him go. A decision alludes me, and so I live in limbo.

But only for today.

Tomorrow I will cry. Or I will scream.

Or I will just go grocery shopping.

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