There was nothing left for me there. I couldn’t stand there and celebrate the end of everything I had held so dear, it made me sick, so I left and that night I left everything and everyone behind. I didn’t know what to do with myself anymore. It was over, they were gone; they were all gone.
Years have passed and I’ve moved on long ago, but sometimes I lay awake at night and I think about it all and it still hurts, it still goddamn hurts! It was all so unexpected and it happened so suddenly, it completely threw me off-track. Stuff like that sticks with you and I suspect there will always be a small trace of it in my system, a scar that will never fully heal.
It still goddamn hurts…
Searching for a Friend on a Rainy Day
It’s cold and wet outside and I have nowhere to go. I wander the streets aimlessly, searching for someone who will share their company with me, but no luck so far. I look up at the people that walk by, but no one will stop for me. I chase cars to pass the time, but even this is beginning to seem pointless. I keep asking myself why I do it and I can’t seem to find an answer. I fear what will become of me.
I just want someone to share a bone with.
I never really believed them. “Impossible,” I would tell them; “we’re different.” Then came that fateful November day, the day I realized our relationship would never quite be the same ever again.
You proved them right.
I don’t believe in soulmates per se, but I do believe in perfect compatibility between two or even more people, in some one-in-a-million cases. I don’t like how the term is perceived, though; when you hear of someone’s soulmate, you assume there’s a romantic relationship between the two. I believe having a soulmate can have nothing to do with being involved romantically.
Is your love interest the only person without whom you can’t imagine living your life and wouldn’t want to? I should think not.