I knew that today wasn't going to be as fun as Johnson made it out to be, but I kept trying to believe it.
He keeps telling me, "Ken, your life isn't over. You can move past this." but I don't want to. I don't want to move past Ana.
We met back in, what was it?, the second years of my primary school education. She was entering her first and we ended up being friends, all the way until the end of secondary school when we started dating.
Then she got sick. We were really enveloped in our relationship, but it was hard to do anything with each other when most of my time was spent working and she was always moving back and forth between our apartment and her multitude of doctors appointments. I didn't think that she was going to die so young, but it happened.
Last year cancer took my blushing bride to be, and I'll have to live with that for the rest of my life. I don't want to move on because she was everything to me. She is everything to me, even if she's not here anymore.
I might not believe in a higher power or anything, but I'd still feel traiterous if I got with someone else when I would have been with her. She doesn't deserve that.
But here I am anyway, standing in front of a doorway that leads to a group therapy session. Johnson said something about getting to know people that have been in situations kind of like mine. I open the door anyway and introduce myself to a woman who seems to be in charge. Not a lot of people are here, so that's nice. We talk about me for a minute before I go towards one of the chairs and sit down, hoping that this little 2 hour session goes on faster than I think it will.
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