I cried like a baby.
I cried like a child.
I cannot stop, just cannot stop crying.
But I do not have Blawn anymore.
I do not have a chilly closed space anymore.
I missed those days with that space just for me.
And I thanked God that I spent so much time in it.
That I truly appreciate every single second of it.
That I truly appreciate every single second of it.
It was a feeling of emptiness.
Like something was taken away from me.
It was a feeling of loneliness.
Like solidarity is joining me in the room for the scariness of life.
It was a feeling of missing.
I used to have his arms as a pillow whenever I woke up at midnight.
It feels magical.
It feels like I have finally found a happy reason for me to stay in the job that I do not like.
It feels like I am fueled up to go the extra miles for him, for us and for our future.
Though I don't know how far the optimism drives me.
But I tell myself, I will be there.
I will be there.
I will be, there one day.
I will.
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Anyways, I have once fought through those days, didn't I? :) |