processing..

Lyrics from my Christmas gift:
Sometimes she comes to me in a song Sometimes she comes in a dream She's all the joy in my heart She's everything that I see
When we're together there is no time, there is no space When we're together everything is in it's place Turn myself inside out for her My endless love is without form Let my heart be the light That guides her through the storm
 
Text from last night: "You're really a beautiful woman, K.  As beautiful as they come, really.
I'm jealous, and I envy, the man that comes along and gets to love you unconditionally.  He's a better man than I."
 
I think I'm getting sick, and I'm too drained to be introspective and reasonable.  I keep trying to process how we can have such love and a great life, and yet let it go.  I hope someday I can understand.