To my safe place,
To the things we do not talk about are reasons we are still unready to open. The things we did not know and never imagine.
Waking up next to you at five in the morning and eating breakfast together. Drive for me to work at eight and going home at five. We will cook and have a candlelight dinner together. Spend the weekends at home watching movies. Going to the gym or even shopping. Planning vacations like doing a bonfire camp. Go to arcade or carnival, to concerts, on a hike, take a sunset or even driving outside of city limits and stargaze. Go for a local pool and swim. Go to art galleries or museums which is my favorite. Imaginations last for years until the world became so cruel.
It was embarrassing, the whole thing was so painful. Having the dream, I desired for so long is not really a dream without you. There will always be spaces that are meant for you, but it ends there. I only have one reason, but the impact is horrible. My sobs and cries filled every corner of our home. At some point there are homes that later become just houses. Now and then, the home you are used to is not the place you fit in.
I was drunk with my own fancies. They say that loving someone is having the courage to fight. All happens and I am so sorry for I was not the fighter everyone dreamed about. I am not the strongest fighter, but I know I am the bravest woman who did what is right and best for everyone.
It is so hard to leave a life I imagined, leaving a place where I supposed to call home. I am still glad that I experience what great love is. I do not think it will be easy for you to understand but I wish you for your happiness. Happiness is accessible, please help yourself to it.
P.S. Hoping that when the world turns around for us again, it will be us until the end.
Your almost
Sky
YOU ARE READING
I'm Sky, you beg for ocean
General FictionThere are things unable to control, far from its origin and ends unsolved. Will you still drift with me?