He’s gone. Perhaps forever.
I don’t hope to see him ever again. It’s kinda unsettling, considering that I was hoping, thinking, contemplating the ‘possibility’ of a ‘something’…
I don’t know if I am heartbroken or relieved.
I don’t know if I should be reacting at all, considering that he didn't deem it necessary to tell me anything.
I think I am shattered. In a way.
I think I am whole again. In a way.
I consider this God’s will.
“Behold Thy handmaid. Be it unto me according to Thy word.” ~ Luke 1:38