Death of the Dream

Penny Wilson Writes



They told me yesterday that you had passed. I was startled by how
hard it hit me. Your my "Ex". What am I feeling? Why does it feel
like a punch in the gut?

I don't know exactly when we lost it. When it had just.... gone.
You were my forever. You were going to be the last person I
laid eyes on as I took my last breath. Or so I thought; hoped.
In the early days, we were so enraptured with each other, the
world outside of "us" just didn't matter. There were years with
you that I could not believe how incredibly, blissfully, happy
I was. If you looked into my eyes, I knew you were seeing
forever, just as I was seeing it in yours. How did we let that go? We somehow went from not wanting to live without the other to
not being able…

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