Tonight my tears fell. They didn't trickle  down my cheek like the dramatic crying of the heroine in the movies who has just come to term with her feelings. This was an outpouring of knowing you can never go back to who you thought you once were.

I feel discarded like rubbish. Unwanted. My choice, though the right choice, has caused me both panic and at times, relief.  Nothing.

I love completely so what is a heart and soul left to do when love and trust is stripped from your grasp.

I'm listening to Peabo Bryson'so "Can you stop the rain?" Fitting for how I'm feeling.