It’s easy to think about happiness when you are happy. But when you’re not, just get up and get outside of you comfort zone requires so much energy that you just want to curl up into a soft, squisy ball and cry.
Just this morning, I realise how easy it is to forget how simple love felt, a touch, a kiss, a hug, I though about them on my way walking the dogs, I usually have very vivid imagination but this time no clear recollection came to mind.
All relationship is difficult, I know, but I’m reaching my limit. I tried so hard, so I’ll be hanging on a little more and then learn to let go. I have no need to live in a self-created drama, so when it’s time I’ll leave with no regret. I tried.