Everything falls apart, eventually.

I was long wondering whether or not to share this story as I wrote it at 2 am whilst crying over some guy that now is no one to me anymore. The story resembles an idea of destructive almost toxic relationship's where one person would go to extremes to finally end up with the person they desire.

That was me from September 2020 to almost April 2021. During the whole pandemic, I have not been able to bring myself into dealing with my emotions too well. That night, everything fell apart. That beautiful relationship, beautiful beginning fell apart after so much time. Then no more than a couple of months later, I have been stabbed in the back again. I couldn't deal with the loss of two people, knowing that I won't ever be able to feel the same way about them then I did back in the day.

However, this story is not about that. The story is about a fight with yourself, with your mind about everything and anything. About how you can't give up, whilst you want to do exactly that. The story about everything coming in your way and stopping your happy ending. A story about how the whole universe is creating is denying you to be in your lovers' arms'.

I can't exactly tell you how I've felt or how I've coped whilst writing this. This is my attempt at trying to do anything but wander about what would happen if. Please, enjoy this story as much as I did enjoy writing it.

Take care and remember that you are a worthy and valuable person. You are worthy of love, worthy of everything you accomplished in your life and what you will. Never give up on anything, achieve everything and anything you can.

~Vi, the author.
(The cover photo is not mine, all rights go to original owners.