I’m on a relapse.
“Peter”. I can’t say the word without shedding a tear.
I just realized that I never lost someone i had very intimate relationships with since the day I was born. Peter was a first and I don’t think I’ll survive the second. I always had difficulties of letting go of things that makes me happy, i guess that’s not only true to me but also to most people. Death has a very remarkable way of bringing you sorrow if its accompanied by regret. It’s been around 2 years and I can’t seem to be able to move on from it. Each time I remember how he begged me to ease the pain, it feels like punching a hole right through my chest. It hurts too much I want to forget it.
I’m really sorry, Peter bear.