The beginning to my end

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I sat there, strumming my fingers. Unsure of how to deal with the ache in my heart, or more like the emptiness consuming from within me. Why did it ache so bad ? If it was for the best and only the best , why am I suffering so much ?

Those were the first thoughts in my head. I needed a break, to clear my soul and I just didn't know how to do it . How do you feel pain and just want to forget it or wish it was all a bad nightmare ?

If you were wondering what my story was about , my story is the tale of my life put into words. The story of how I ,  Anna Roberts got hitched after my long loved relationship  to whom I really believed was the love of my life. I trusted him. With my everything . Was it my fault I trusted him with my bare soul ?

His name was Eric. Eric who's  heart I thought was pure as gold and soul to be the courtship to my soul . And why even in all this pain I can't hate him and still in my silence and pain love him ? He used to be my happiness , my smile and the reason behind my laughter.

Thinking back , I can't ever even try to fantom what went wrong with our relationship. Everything was fine, I loved him and he loved me. Everything looked just as simple and happy . Or that was what I believed from the depth of my heart . To date, I can't imagine what went wrong that suddenly made him change mind.

What made me carry on everyday of life was the thought that we weren't meant to be together. Somewhere along the way weren't destined to be together. That's all I could leave it too, destiny. A word that sounded so simple yet carried such weight upon. Destiny. Faith and love . Sometimes when we love a person , we end up doing the craziest things for them . Mine was showing him I could be okay.

Love is as fragile as it goes. Just because he doesn't love me, doesn't mean he doesn't care nor I should I find this as a reason to give up and let hope go with my life. I should live to prove what he missed. For all I know, he leaving me , might have been my sweetest blessing.

Now all I have to do is look at it as it is for as long as I can and not try to give up hope with all amidst all the pain.

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