Confession # 62

It is 2 AM and I am still awake staring at this picture.

This has really hit me hard. I do not really understand why; I just know that this picture is keeping me up again tonight just like it has for the past two nights.

So many times today I dialed his number but did not dare press the send button.
What would be the point?
What would I say?
Would he even answer?
Would she?

Damn! This is so stupid! I thought I was over him.

I am! I can do better! Much!

It is only my pride that is broken not my heart!

Yes that is it. I will just keep saying that….

It is only my pride that is broken not my heart!
It is only my pride that is broken not my heart!
It is only my pride that is broken not my heart!
It is only my pride that is broken not my heart!
It is only my pride that is broken not my heart!
…

How many times do I have to say this before I believe it? Sigh...

It is now 2:07… Still awake and still staring at this picture… Do Not Pick up the phone!

It is only my pride that is broken not my heart!
It is only my pride that is broken not my heart!

Here come the tears…

It is only my pride that is broken not my heart!
It is only my pride that is broken not my heart!
It is only my pride that is broken not my heart!

How many times do I have to say this before I believe it?

It is only my pride that is broken not my heart!

My pride? My heart? Me?

Is it all broken? At 2:10 it sure feels like it.