I really never told anyone about this. December 31, 2017 was I thought would be a happy year-end, but it was not. It was the moat painful last day of the year for me. I faced 2018 crying inside the bathroom, wishing and praying that I could turn back time, that everything was just a bad dream. But I was in reality that time. I faced January 1, 2018 confronting my fear of losing the one I love most. It was the saddest new year I have ever had. Sad New Year to me, welcome 2018.
Nine months passed and I'm still here, wishing that he will come to his senses, drop his pride and ego, apologize and come back to me. But I guess that will remain a wish till I forget about him. Dreams do come true but not all wishes. Nine months and I'm still hurting, still loving, still hoping. How hard is it to get love? How hard is it to be loved?
Sometimes I daydream that one day we'll see each other again, that one day we'll just pretend nothing happened, that we'll be happy and will be together. I often make stories in my head of what scene we will be in. I make up conversations will talk about and make scripts that we'll say. Sometimes I thought, I can be a script writer/film director/producer.
But I need to let go. I have to let go. I need to move on and make a life without him. I need to live.