Going somewhere with this.

I really think I'm going to end up regretting - soon, or eventually - not being able to embrace how much she was worth.

I tried, but it's not exactly a choice.

She was so great, and I don't think I'll find anyone like that for a long time.

But that wasn't enough to help me sort my head out.

So I'm going to miss her, someday. As soon as I realise who she was, again. As soon as I see how she got into my head and my chest in the first place. Even if I did no good with her once she was in there.

I'm just struck by my inability to accept someone so great, and probably so great for me. I just couldn't accept.

None of this feels like it was expressed clearly. It's just like a rock inside, right now.

It's a good pain. I'm not even sad.

Yet.