Hi,
On this balmy summer night, I know somewhere Clark Kent is dancing with his wife, the woman of his dreams. I'm struck, and strangely comforted by the thought that everything is exactly where it should be. Clark's happy. And I'm happy *for* him - I owe him that, he deserves that.
So why am I feeling so miserable?
I still miss him, still miss him terribly, even after all these years.
It's nobody's fault but my own. I pushed him away. I ignored him. I closed up inside myself and tried to deny his existence.
Now I have to move on. After all, he did - I owe it to myself to try and forget him. I can never tell him how I feel. Love isn't something that can be turned off and on like a tap - it won't go away just because he married another woman. But I can learn to live with that, and to be happy.
I'm feeling depress.
MAF
