I have done myself a great disservice. I became so mired in our love, in feeding the monster that became us, that I forgot to write. I forgot to keep myself alive. I didn’t realize as our love waned and was replaced by our own entrapment, that I became a thinner and thinner vision of myself consumed by you – a sacrifice for the greater good of us.

When you left, you left me with so little of myself. Once you were gone I had to learn the adjectives of myself. I had to redefine all that you had devoured in me.

I am preparing to begin again.