I miss you

I sit here, so miserable. So sad. The depression has got me again. I shrug it off, I listen to music that is upbeat, I pray that you send me something. I ask God's and anything listening to being you back to me. It's not like you've ever cared enough to look at this blog anyway. You've truly moved on. But why can't I? That's what I can't answer. I have tried. I have went on a date, but I very quickly realized that I wasn't over you. I kept wanting to talk about you. You are all I think about and I just want to be over you but I can't. There is something inside of me that can't let go. I fear that I don't have enough for anyone else. I gave everything I had to you, to our relationship. I AM truly broken. It feels like I'm destined to live the remainder of my life alone, heartbroken and sad. But I think that I can live with that, at least until our son is of an age where he can live without me.  Then, I'll slowly drift away. Like an inuit on an the iceberg.  I have the memories of when things were good to keep me comforted until that time comes.  I just truly hope you are happy.  Because I have never felt so miserable. So worthless. So unwanted. Discarded. So alone.  

I miss you.