Now
It's raining. Of course it's raining. It's the perfect day for the sky to open up and pour down water. The grey light from the clouds makes everything seem as moody as it would in a blockbuster movie.
I listen to the words spoken only with half of my ear because I cannot bear to hear them. It's been days, but I still cannot believe that this is my reality now. I spent the past few days doing what needed to be done on auto-mode. My mom has been around as if waiting for me to crumble.
But besides that first night, I have not cried.
It's not that I don't want to but I'm unable to.
I breathe but does it matter?
I eat but nothing tastes like it used to.
I sleep but I wish I wouldn't wake up.
I miss you.
YOU ARE READING
Until I Met You
RomanceMy brain usually wins over my heart. It's something endlessly drilled into me by my mom. My job as a graphic designer in an indie book publishing house lands me in a comfortable position in life but there is always more to life than just going to wo...
