I could

I could curl up and die

I could watch bad tv all evening

I could crossstitch (which is probobly what I will end up doing)
 

Or I could ruin his life, it wouldnt be hard.  He ruined mine, its tempting.  A couple of messages,  a few phonecalls, if  i really wanted to do it right, $10 to get his adress and her phone number and that is all that I would need.  Its almost comforting to know I COULD.  But I wouldn’t.  I wont sink that low, I wont be like him and take away whats important.  But there is something satisfying in knowing that I could.  Instead I will give myself time to heal and replace dreams of a new life with dreams of revenge that apparently have the same chance of happening.