Receiving another email from him tonight was not exciting, it was illuminating.
Essentially he wrote much the same as before. Filled with self absorbed and emotionally stunted expressions.
His words left me feeling indifferent.
Later in the evening as I reflected on what he had written, I began to feel the uncomfortable realisation of the truth and it created a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. This man probably never loved me. Not in the way I want and need to be loved. I honored, cherished and continued to believe in our love story, like a plant thirsty for the morning dew... and for what? I have given him and this story a lot of my energy and hope.
Thoughts continue... I was misguided, and naive. Despite whatever promises he may have made, he is a broken man..I now truly understand how differently we see the world and our place in it...that sinking feeling makes me want to curl into a ball and hide..Can't imagine even going back to Firenze. I never want to see him again.
One thing I know. I am not pleased to have had my heart broken but I am thankful to be free.
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