It’s hard to believe, knowing what I know now, that there was a time that I loved her.
However, looking at the photos from then, not so long ago, I see the beauty and joy and I have to admit it’s true; I did.
It’s not that I miss that love and beauty and joy so much that I can’t breathe.
Not at all… this is a distant pleasant wonderful memory; that I am grateful for.
No it’s that this beauty has been replaced by a meanness so vile I barely believe it can be the same person.