Some days, the weight of absence is unbearable. Now that the finality of our separation is etched in stone, it’s a constant battle against despair. You were my universe, my everything. Even now, my thoughts are consumed by your memory.
To cope, I cling to a desperate hope. I delude myself into believing that if I strive harder, you’ll return. That you’ll finally see me as I am, and want me back. But deep down, I know it’s a futile dream. The harsh reality is that I am alone.
Yet, solitude is not entirely unfamiliar. I’ve spent countless hours in my own company. It’s a familiar, if often painful, state of being. Today, I find solace in work. I’m immersed in new projects, relishing the challenges of my managerial role. It’s a distraction, a way to keep my mind occupied and my heart somewhat at bay.
I hope you’re happy, wherever you are. I hope you’re living life to the fullest, pursuing your dreams. Though it pains me, I take comfort in knowing that you’re free to be yourself.
As I navigate this void, I’ll keep moving forward, one day at a time. I’ll learn to embrace the silence, to find strength in solitude, and to heal the wounds that time, I hope, will mend.