Come to terms with the death of someone I never got over when they were alive?
Someone I loved. So, so much. Yet we just never got it right.
What if by trying to protect myself over the years, I just added to his hurt?
He had a lot of issues over the years, but knowing he was still out there, gave me hope that he was happy and safe, and that one day we could work it out. But even if he was happy with someone else (and I think he had met someone lately), he was still here, on this same earth as me. That I could handle, even if it meant we would never start again.
Now he's gone, by choice. And don't know how I'll ever get over that. I can't bear the thought of him being alone and being so low that he did that. I know he loved others. I'm not saying I alone could have saved him, but I wish I'd kept him closer too.
I can't believe I'll never speak to him ever again. Not, maybe in a few months. Not, maybe in a few years. Just never.
And I feel so selfish for feeling the way I do. His poor family will be broken. But I am feeling it too, and I don't know how to stop.