My Epiphany
I think I have finally started to accept the fact that some good things do come to an end.
I have started to feel that I can in fact move on from something as unbearable and unthinkable as this.
What used to make me feel so happy is now hanging on a thread for dear life as it is about to enter the realm of blissful memories and nothing else.
I guess I’m starting to see the remnants of what-has-been, and I can’t seem to wait to start anew, on a new foot in a new environment.
I’m now smiling more, oftentimes accompanied by staring off into space remembering silly things I haven’t thought of in a while.
But sometimes I still find myself confused. I still find myself wondering why things just have to be this complicated. I am still stunned by the occasional "what if."
And although I have been forewarned, I can’t help myself. It seems to be inevitable, and I have become attached to the thought of it.
It may seem a bit harsh on my part, but I do think this is for the best. It might even appear as though I never cared about what has transpired and that I am one heartless biatch that can just walk away unscathed. If they only knew how many sleepless nights I spent thinking about this, then they would understand. It wasn’t easy at all. I was on the verge of insanity, to say the least.
But I’ve come to realize that there really is a reason for things that happen. And though the choices may not be what we expect, we have to make one. And then go on with our lives.
