My above post appears at the top of a Google search for “Fear the day a good heart”.
It saddens me that so many others have been driven to perform such a search.
(I’ve had quite a number of hits from all around the world.)
Bob’s betrayal, as my best friend would say, “Did a number on (me).”
I have spent so much of my life on him; both with, and sadly, without him.
I’m exhausted…spent…worn out…
Just know that I loved him, always had, always would have, maybe still do.
Tell him that some day after he (or she) fucks up again.
Tell him it’s too late.
I can’t do this anymore.
This good heart has given up.
I’m so tired. I’m so tired of it.
Aren’t we all ? Aren’t you?
“I was so alone. And I owe you so much.” John to Sherlock.
And Bob to Ria. Damn. Straight.