#166 Preserve
It is not easy to wonder what she is doing now. The thought of her begins in the head, but soon the heart is wounded. The heart then leaches its suffering to the gut where a hollowness pervades, untended by food or drink.
To think of her is to invite a torture onto myself. And yet, how can I not? It is a delicious torture, the sort of thing sadists are after. We loved and laughed together until she decided she could no longer see me. Where will she go; into some other heart? If so, only time preserves him.
—2009-08-23 13:20:53
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