It has been a year. Yeah. One horrific year.
It has been a year since that one night. I was shivering from what I saw in one noteworthy and apparently NOT worthy Facebook post - one that I would rather blindly close my eyes upon.
It has been one year since that horrible night whizzed through me like a flash of lightning, I was horrified beyond belief, it was crystal clear - I had lucidly lost the love of my life.
It has been a year when his smile was not for me anymore, his sweet nothings just faded to the chasm of oblivion. Somebody else is relishing what once was only mine.
It has been a year yet the wounds still bleed fresh blood of pain. Of rejection. Of being replaced. Disappointments. Shock. Pain. More pain.
Since then, it's as if I couldn't love again. I find it hard to trust, to give, to open up my heart to anyone who comes. Clichè
as it may sound, but I ask beseechingly - how do I unlove him? How do I remove the residue of the past from the chambers of my heart when he gives the spirit that activates every corner of my atria and ventricles?
Seems like this is my demise. My eternal forlorn.
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