A whole lot of time has passed…and of course, a lot has happened. Extremes had happened: love and indifference, happiness and sorrow. The rollercoaster ride left me so tired and with nothing, not even pride or love. I am this cracked, empty vessel with no home, no purpose. I’m only waiting for such time when the cracks will be partially healed. But the scars will be there, proof of its long history of suffering, pain, usefulness beyond its age. I have always found ways to cope, to rebuild myself, and to make myself whole again. This time, it tests me to the fullest. I have another tomb to make, visit, and to care for. I shall say more about it in the coming days as the complexity of all the events and the emotions will need so much more tender attention.
I’ll just leave you with this song…a song that is supposedly the perfect song for him, a song I found the same day he broke my heart.
