I loved this passage. It is exactly how I feel. Describes it perfectly.
I feel the loss. The grief is in my bones. Roger was a part of me. Loving him was a part of my identity that I will never be able to lose.
And I will never love like that again.
I have learned not to. I’ve learned not to be too vulnerable.
I will carry my closed book close to my heart forever.
He, on the other hand, just doesn’t care.
He never loved me. Just used me.
And walked away, never looking back.
I’ll never understand that.
Tearing at the Fabric 