StrentWriter
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- Jul 13, 2025
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Back story: I’m widowed.
It’s been a few years. It’s not something you get over, it’s something you live with.
I’m in a better, happier place but it’ll never be the same.
There’s this girl I knew, always loved. She was the love of my life. She was always in the back of my head.
She lived abroad, somewhere. I’m not saying where in case she’s recognisable.
Do I dare look and see what’s going on in her life?
Did she go and have the big life she always deserved - husband, 2.5 children, the sports car, the high flying job?
Do I leave her be - always not to know and always to wonder?
Is it selfish to want to know, maybe for closure? Or not?
How have other people handled this? Or not?
Does it happen to other people?
Is this all a reaction to loneliness?
I did think about telling my therapist about all of this but - hey - I figured. Maybe we’d all get some writing material out of this, or not.
Or a laugh, at my expense or not. It doesn’t matter.
It just felt good to write it out and not be in my own, lonely head, for five minutes.
It’s been a few years. It’s not something you get over, it’s something you live with.
I’m in a better, happier place but it’ll never be the same.
There’s this girl I knew, always loved. She was the love of my life. She was always in the back of my head.
She lived abroad, somewhere. I’m not saying where in case she’s recognisable.
Do I dare look and see what’s going on in her life?
Did she go and have the big life she always deserved - husband, 2.5 children, the sports car, the high flying job?
Do I leave her be - always not to know and always to wonder?
Is it selfish to want to know, maybe for closure? Or not?
How have other people handled this? Or not?
Does it happen to other people?
Is this all a reaction to loneliness?
I did think about telling my therapist about all of this but - hey - I figured. Maybe we’d all get some writing material out of this, or not.
Or a laugh, at my expense or not. It doesn’t matter.
It just felt good to write it out and not be in my own, lonely head, for five minutes.