Dear kind reader,
It’s over, and it didn’t end nicely. I was ready for it to end nicely. It felt like a plane flying through turbulence that got back on track and ended up landing face first; it landed and turned into a conflagration, a gigantic bonfire filled with dreams that will never again be heard of. It hurts kind reader. I feel like I was stabbed multiple times on my back with me knowing. It ended abruptly, and I was completely clueless. You would ask me, am I glad it ended? A part of me smiles and grins, but a larger part of me hurts as if he were run down by car while walking down the street. It was so fast my mind wasn’t able to process the thought. It took me a couple of minutes before I admitted to myself that it is over, and that it can never be put back to the way it was before. I had to fool myself for 2 weeks, sacrificing sanity and productivity. I tried and failed miserably.
I tried once in my life dear reader and failed. This is my second attempt and again it tumbled and broke my soul into tiny little bite-sized pieced. I’ll close my doors to the possibility once again. I’m already finding it harder to trust people now than before. I don’t when will my doors be open again. Perhaps they will never be open again ’cause it just wasn’t meant to be. I need a box of Kleenex and a cup of tea please.
Sincerely,
aldouswright
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