I think I crave compassion. I receive it from others, those who know the story or parts thereof. I don’t feel compassion from him, the person who has always been there for me.
I think some people have had enough of me being this way. I’m sure they just want to tell me to get over it. Get over him.
But yes, compassion. I’d love to hear it in his voice, sense it in his words, feel it in his hugs (yes we hug), see it in his eyes. These past couple of days have been bleak on the compassion front.
But I caught a glimpse of it this evening before I left. There’s hope, I hope.
Thanks for reading x