Friends, I apologize for my absence.
You see, I am heartbroken, depressed, and have lost my motivation. Allow me to use this post, not to boast about the spoils of love, but rather as a confessional to free myself of my own romantic demons.
As many of you may know, or at least have gathered from reading my posts, I have been writing for a specific woman. I have to tell you, she is the most amazing person I know, not only with extreme beauty and intelligence, but also incredible drive and compassion. When things started with this woman, neither one of us thought it would go as far as it did or that we would feel as passionate about each other as we do, but after almost a year, we found ourselves entangled in each other, and perhaps more dangerously, our own separate lives.
I can’t begin to tell you how much I love this woman. Unfortunately, love doesn’t appear to be in the cards for me anymore, and I find it increasingly difficult to write about something that at the moment seems no more real than the Easter Bunny. So, I tucked deep in to my shell and lamented, letting this blog down, letting myself down, and letting you, the readers, down.
For weeks now I’ve been wanted to write about how love is dead. After all, if it were real then I would still be sitting next to my love, I’d still be writing my blog, and I wouldn’t be in a constant search for something or someone to fill my cavernous heart. You see, she loves me, just not enough- and I love her, and I let her kill me (metaphorically, not physically. Obvs.)
So, please forgive me. I promise I’ll pull myself together soon as I feel an obligation to mourn the death of this relationship and heal properly.