Puzzle Pieces
I have been writing a series of events that help me not only keep up with my life, but also unburden myself. These pieces are like a poorly cut jigsaw puzzle, coming in many shapes and sizes. The first story began with the love of my life (at the time) breaking my heart, leading me to the ultimate change in myself and future. The second thing I wrote was less of a story and more of a diary entry dating and memorizing what had happened to me and why it became what it did. The third thing was a poem, I believe, about how my life was less than fun, and more than bareable. I was in an impatient place that led to multiple bad decisions. The fourth thing, which I keep tending to a lot, was a story about the boy and the moon. The man who loved, then left, then loved another, then left the other, and loved me again. I bring attention to these things now, because I have finally reached a time lapse all within the past four months. All of these things become important bits of my life and seem to keep ripping me apart both in my heart and with my ability to make decisions. Clearly, I am never meant to be in love. The men who chase me seem to want me only when I am vulnerable and not in a place to be with them. But why? Why not tell me the truth in the first place? Why wait until now to fuck things up for me again? So here's to the fifth part in my series of a shit time. Maybe the puzzle will thin as the pieces either fall into place or crumble away.