I am cold. Jaded. Unloved. Cold, like the unfeeling him locked up in a casket.
He’s gone. Gone. Gone.
All memories gone. Half of me withered away back to ashes with him. He is never coming back. Never ever.
Tonight, I felt him close to me. His embrace, his smile. I miss those. I miss him. But it left me so cold. So cold here without him.
I miss you.
The memory of you came crashing tonight. The peace and quiet of the night made me feel you ever so near. I have been writing you love letters the whole time you were inside the academy. Cupcakes, cookies, and kiss-sealed letters. Tonight I write once again.
I am finding my way back to where we were. I couldn’t find you in someone else’s. I will never be whole again. After all the anger, pain, and grief, all that’s left is me and you. There will always be me and you. I miss you. Terribly. This isn’t the happy ending we dreamed of. But it’s the beginning.
You were gone. I was lost. I looked for you and found myself. Dear love, don’t you worry. Let me mourn in grief. These tears fuel the river of never -ending-us. Without you, I am broken, lost and torn. Forgive me. I do feel like a sad song.
I miss you. Again.
Woke up to this. One word. Beautiful. It conveys exactly how I feel to the dead and the un-dead. I just really don’t care. So please, “take your words and all your lies because even if the stars and moon collide, I never want you back in my life.“😎
It’s late Saturday afternoon. I sat back and watched the sunset as my kids happily played. I don’t think I’d ever love again. I lost it. For the first time in a long time, I am sure of something that I thought of for a very long time. It’s going to be a very very lonely walk down Lonesome alley. I tried, believe me, I did. Online or offline. I was told to swim among the fishes’ in the ocean. I awkwardly met men of all sorts. Ones who were special and did not even bother with my weight gain. They were amazing. Yet here goes the “but”… But I don’t think I’d ever be ready for any of it. When things seemingly get serious, I turn my back and ran away. I kept doing it. I feel sorry and sad. Lonely, too. So lonely. I feel so jaded. Relationships work like pills. You only feel good for a moment. Side effects last terribly longer. And I am too scared and scarred for that. So much for an ever after, eh?
I have been dragging myself to take this big leap, not because I hate writing, (oh goodness I can do it for a lifetime and a day!), but because I was too scared to dig deep into my pile of memories. But here I am, paddling my way back into shore using only words.
I’ve been widowed at the age of 30. I’ve been married for seven beautiful years. Now do the math. No, I didn’t marry at 25. I married at 23 on the 25th of March. He died on the 25th of October. When life tosses it’s dice and you unluckily lose, there are no second chances. The whole world as you know it changes. And so my journey began.
My bestfriend died. There is no rebound box for sorrow and grief. What now I can’t say out loud, I want to write it. I want my kids to know how everything all felt. I know it is never going to be easy. My whole world had changed. I was truly the happier than the happiest woman on earth on the 25th. And that fateful 25th crushed all I’ve dreamed of. That dreadful 25th.