MnC15

Goodbye ending, hello beginning

Love, is the epitome of life. We would live mundane realities without it.

Love of life; love of family, friends and all things plain and awesome.

We never saw this.

Spending that last magical moment was enough. But... It did not change anything.

We returned to our daily fights, caught in the same old cycle.

It was... Going nowhere.

A few months in the year, we've finally grown apart. I could finally see she was over me.

Weeks past without seeing her made me wonder what she was doing. But I focused more on building my self-esteem back.

I was stupid for trying.

I spent the night with my friend. I felt my body cold, a throbbing sensation was piercing my chest.

I curled up in a fetus position to gather enough heat. That night, a thought was hurting my mind. I should have listened to it. My intuition was always right.

I tossed and turned to the turbulent emotions of doubt. A tear streaked down my cheek for no apparent reason, and the piercing feeling became louder.

I slept, haunted by a dreadful nightmare I wish had not come true. But that morning, it escaped into reality.

I felt like the world was pressed on my chest. Rubbing my eyes to the blinding dawn rays, I huddled at the corner of his room, confining my body around my arms.

He looked at me with a troubling atmosphere the moment he scrolled down his Facebook wall.

It was clear, I read it.

The time that we were apart, just a week cooling off.

I didn't rejoice, it was a mixture of different emotions.

But it was clear. She already betrayed me.

She had someone else in mind. And through my absence, they've developed into a secret little couple behind my back.

-The hereafter-

She bluntly told me, she didn't have feelings for me anymore. The once proud spark she had dwindled into nothing more than a burnt match stick.

Someone else re-ignited her flame and made it burn brighter.

I felt light headed, only hearing my heart throb. My mouth was dry and my hands were cold and sweating.

You might call me a coward because I didn't fight back and showed her that I loved her more than he does.

Once I'm betrayed though, I never go back.

She recited a poem she made for me.

It was about how I changed from someone so sweet, into someone so bitter and dark.

Her eyes were fuzzy that time, drenched in tears. Part of men felt she regretted doing this, but it still looked like she was convinced.

For one last time, after we honestly talked to each other. We finally agreed to break it off.

The ring we wore, we took them off. I threw mine on the ground. She kept hers.

With one last big hug, we didn't say the three words. We only wished each other good luck.

There were a lot of unsaid words, a lot of unsolved problems and a turmoil of regret, agony, depression, and anger.

But as she entered her house, and as I walked home on that hot sunny morning. I looked back one last time and moved forward.

The trials I faced, most coming from the stage of loss, were exhausting. But I had to keep pushing forward.

On that day. When the stars came.

I saw ours and I made a wish.

I made the same wish one last time before I let reality drown me.

I looked upon that star and closed my eyes. And hoped my wish reaches her.

I wished that everything will be alright. And that she'll always be happy.

-Nugget of Knowledge-

What I've learned through the years of recovering was...

Losing yourself is the same as dying. Never let anyone change you, you are unique and always will be.

I never said this story had a happy ending!

Or that it was romantic but you get the idea.

True love is rare, yes. But I didn't say it could be found in the arms of someone else other than you.

That's right, you are the embodiment of true love.

Hopefully, this story inspired you in a way, if it didn't, then go ahead and leave! And seek out your true love, passion.

As for me, I'll stay a sorcerer and continue making other people's lives uncomfortable, like throwing an apple I ate into the non-biodegradable bin!

Why? Because I'm evil! And I'll always be because I accept who I am.

I continued pursuing my passion and made new ones. And right now, I'm very content with my life. Single, passionate and motivated.

As for her, meh, she's fine. If not then I'll send her an evil laugh.

It was harsh, but we parted ways in a very good manner.

Our story ended, but mine just started. So what are you waiting for? Go start yours! Or continue it if you already started.

Whether your story is tragic or not, like mine, it doesn't mean you should stop, the only time you stop living is when you stop loving. So take a break, feel the pain, then rise up like the hero (or villain) you are and populate this world with what you've got!

And always remember,

"True Love is rare, and it's in all of us, giving meaning to our lives."

-AwesomeFeelsMan