Writing the hard stuff is never easy…
Yet I know well enough by now that my writing always help me heal, published or not.
So I went through my drafts and read all the writings I did that never make it into the realms of blogosphere. The rawness of them made me cry.
I am such a Pisces…
I know I do not need to explain anything. I owe no one any clarification of the recent turned of events in my life that still leaving me with a broken heart.
Yet, I wrote about it before. I paraded my love life for all the blogosphere to see. Therefore, I feel like I need to also put the end of our relationship on the map. Being cached by Google.
Coming full circle.
And as I type this I am still grieving…we both are. I know he is hurting too. Letting go of someone who you love and still love you is never easy but that is our reality at the moment.
Time will heal they say…and right now all I could do is just allowing grieve to wash over me like big strong waves at times. Violently wreck everything on its path and swipe what needed to be washes away. I will not fight it. I will not tell myself “Get over it! Move on!” No, because I will stall the whole process and that would just be so unhealthy. So I cried, I weep, I wailed the pain away while stuffing my face with either a pillow or a blanket.
Knowing the tide will calm one day, give me little comfort. The aching might still be there pulsating from time to time but I know life continues.
I have a wonderful loving support system. I have a son to care for who is brokenhearted as well. I have myself to care for and nurture.
I wish him well…I wish him comfort…I wish him healing…I wish him all the best in every steps he will take from this moment forward.
Most of all, I am grateful for his love. For the moments he and I had together.
Take care, D…
I love you.