I thought of him. I thought of him and I telling him to try it again. I saw his comments, conjured chats and messages between them two, and the faces of people who resemble her, some of which he introduced to me.
I found my tiny tiny heart broken for the umpteenth time.
It still can make me cry.
I hate his hold in my life.
Thousands of miles away and it’s still there.
The only time I forgot about how truly aimless my life is when I am distracted by nature, art and beauty.
I will prepare for a later life of scrapbooking, travel and films.
This point in time, what’s the point?
I have toiled, worked, sacrificed, waited for I don’t know what reason. I chose career but it did me nothing. I chose love but it did me nothing. I chose family and it did me nothing. Now my happiness is lost. I am without wings.
I am without compass, or rudder. My arms are sore with rowing, and I let the boat be taken away by the waves.
Oh, we’re here already.
Bus stop. Stop.