It’s inside of me, and I want to be rid of it, but it’s also a part of me and tells me that I feel and when I have done something wrong.
I unintentionally hurt the person I love. The person I love disconnected from me and loves another person. I have to live with this pain; it marks me, yet it can be miserable. There is no hope to resolve what I feel and what has happened. The stuff that happened, happened, even as I wanted it to turn out differently. Now it’s my daily reckoning.