Christmas is just around the corner during last year and the last 10 days had been pretty dull I believe.
Mixed with sleepless nights, nightmares or being awaken at 3 am waiting or wishing or hoping for a text over someone I know wouldn't dare text me or see how I was doing anymore.
I think that was the hardest part is about realizing that perhaps a dream come true wasn't really a dream come true.
I couldn't tell you much because I couldn't remember what happened during that particular day.
I probably reflected and stayed at home wishing to be alone in my own thoughts seeing how much I've become a victim of my own demise and there is nothing worse than feeling like the victim and the prisoner of the things that happened in your personal life that you wouldn't even think you can get through.
You start feeling majorly depressed wishing you had another life or another chapter or wishing you haven't met that person or you have amnesia I mean all these things just come full circle.
You wanted to hold on to preserve the memories, but what is there to hold on when the other person let goes of you?
How much does it take for the word "enough" to be etched in your brain saying it's not helpful thinking about that person.
In the end you only hurt yourself and harm yourself of thinking about someone who probably doesn't even go as much as to think about you.
That person is just another person in your past, maybe it's my fault maybe it's not.
But, regardless what's bound to happen in the future will happen and as God had done it did happen.
So why fight what the Lord wants right.
