I'm doing that thing again where I play out stories in my head with people who aren't really there and with circumstances that don't exist. Over active imagination please stop thinking about all that could be with The Man who is 1000 miles away and is never moving back. Be thankful for the few times we had and cut the losses. Don't think about all the wasted potential. Don't think about the unsatisfied desires. Don't think about what could have been. Don't think about The Artist Man so may states away. Don't. Stop already. Stop.
I don't intent for anyone to read this. I'm purely putting things out there so my musing have a place to exist outside of me. Figured it's healthier that way.