I Couldn't Cry...

I couldn't cry. This morning I couldn't cry. And I don't know if that is a bad thing or a good thing.

I feel numb. She has shut us out so completely that I don't know if I even care any more.

Of course, I love her. I would take a bullet for her. I always would. But she doesn't have the power to ruin my life, my joy, my love.

(Wow. I think that came out sounding a little bitter. I invested so much love, life, emotion in her. I took so much flack for her. I fought for her. I fought to help her dreams come true. And now it appears she is throwing those dreams away.)

Missing her, wanting to be with her, wanting the old MaryGrace back...yes, I do.

I guess I do still care.

And I guess I can still cry.