My throat is closing, I can’t breath, the lump is heavy on my chest. It hurts in the most wonderful and awkward way I can imagine. It is happening again, why? I want the tear to roll down my cheek to heal and renew me. The emptiness is killing me with each passing day, but once I forget life will be back to normal and I will no longer have to question, no longer have to wonder, just forget and blissfully ignore what I am missing. The strength and logic of it all will keep me going and in a few days, all will be part of the past, in a box somewhere in my mind collecting dust as I move along and my thoughts get cluttered with the rest of my life.
One day, in the future this will all make sense, but not today, today I must go on. It is the right thing to do and I know this but you have to see that it is tearing me apart.
