It's almost unfathomable that someone can be the most important person in your life, only to one day mean nothing at all. Your 2:00am person to a passing stranger.
What's worse (or perhaps better- I'm not sure) is that you didn't choose for them to become a stranger. The universe did. Circumstances did. Maybe, they did. Yet, you have to live with that and ultimately, move on. And it makes you wonder, did they deserve to see you vulnerable they way they did? Did they even deserve to know you that intimately, deeply, wholly. Does anyone every deserve to see us like this?
It's conflicting. On the good days, you hold hope that this is the universe's way to shape you into the person you need to be before you can meet the person you spend the rest of your life with. This makes it bearable, acceptable even.
Then there are the bad days. They linger. On the bad days, you feel like this emptiness is forever. Is the new normal. Maybe you need to make friends with the sinking feeling because it won't ever go away.
But then, this is not a life you want to live. So the power is in your hands, is it not? To put that energy back into you. To be your own 2:00am person, because at least you'll always have yourself.
