tryingtoheal

I wish I could credit the author, but I actually wrote this in my journal BEFORE I met my xabf of six-years...

The Art of Losing isn't hard to master; so many things seemed filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something everyday. Accept the fluster of lost keys, the hour badly spent. The Art of Losing isn't hard to master.
Practice losing farther and faster: places, names and where it was you were meant to be.
The Art of Losing isn’t hard to master.
It's in losing everything that you are free to once again love all that you now have.

And here is something I wrote loooong ago about $ex, probably three-years into my relationship...it should have been a clue as to how far gone my xabf was at the time I was blessed to be with him and help with his 'cycle' of alkie/codie relationships...lol

Your voice is not a hand between my legs.
A life of sexuality ignored...?
Or a life without my first Love...?
It is your failing to know me as a woman that you have thrown me away.
I have fallen.
Your caress now a juvenile poke;
I cringe at what your apathy has done to our love.
Our celibacy mocks my stolen halo.