Broken Journey

In the realm of a world perfected by flaws, where my heart seeks solace, you reside as the most sublime companion for my envisioned future. Together, we tread the vast plain, hand in hand, traversing mountains and venturing through valleys, undeterred by the interplay of light and shadow. As a compass guides a ship, you illuminate my path and steer me towards my destined course. In moments of turmoil, when the waves threaten to pull me astray, you become my steadfast anchor, keeping me grounded in the place I must be.

 

Amidst the expanse of the plain, at the heart of the ocean's embrace, in the shadows of the valley, and upon the summit of the mountain, we embark on an unending journey toward the perfection we yearn for in our relationship.

 

Yet, suddenly...

 

I am stirred from the depths of my reverie, rudely awakened by a mere poke. Reality crashes upon me like thunder resounding through the recesses of my mind. The wind whispers with a biting chill, penetrating my skin and creeping through my veins. Suspended in mid-air, I feel a dull ache in my chest, as though a dagger has pierced me countless times. My lungs constrict, my heart clenches, and I gasp for breath, overwhelmed by frustration.

 

My thoughts ruminate: "I was merely dreaming."

 

Indeed, that cherished dream of mine shattered long before its perfection could be realized. We never fought to preserve our freedom to rejoice. Enveloped in darkness throughout our journey, we found ourselves amidst a gloomy path, teetering on the edge of ascension. And then, you left me—plagued by doubts and unanswered questions. Dark clouds obscured the moon, while the stars seemed too distant to cast their brilliant light. Drops of condensed vapor fell from the atmosphere, trickling down like tears. I walked alone, losing my way, stumbling occasionally upon the muddy ground. A transparent bead of liquid escaped my eyes, blurring my vision. It was a night of dread, where the truth manifested in its most traumatizing form. Like smoke, I yearned to dissipate into thin air. Disheartened, I felt nothing but emptiness and numbness amidst the rain-soaked night. This must surely be a dream, I thought! No, a nightmare! A nightmare suffused with a tumultuous blend of emotions—love, pain, hatred, and jolts. Its vividness overwhelmed me, as my mind threatened to explode. Should I seek out a surgeon to mend my wounded heart? Or perhaps confide in a friend to heal my afflicted soul? Yet, none of these options can alter the inevitable truth. It has ended!

 

Our tale of affection, it has come to an end...

 

But with a queer twist of fate, veiled in a mist of enigmatic causes. Whom should I hold accountable? Is it the hand of fate, audaciously meddling with our lives? Or perchance, should I lay blame upon you, who never fought for "US"? Could it be that I am to blame, deemed "NOT ENOUGH" in the grand equation of our union?

 

Nevertheless, one thing remains unequivocal—I must rise on my own two feet, relying solely on myself. And yet, I must...

 

Express my gratitude,

For I am capable of pledging to better myself henceforth.

 

Thank you...

 

For everything...and...

 

For leaving.

 

For in the unexpected absence, as sanity teeters on the precipice of madness, a new and indelible journey commences.