They say that being brokenhearted is hard. To be cheated on and lied to is beyond comprehensive to one in love. To a certain extent, its true. The cheating and humiliation, facing yourself in the mirror, asking yourself on a daily basis what you did wrong. The thought of looking around you, and that feeling creeps in; who do you trust? The person you held dearly and so close to you, you had recently come to learn you only saw a glimpse. The moments of anguish and pain and all that you had built together, tumbled down in a moment you never saw coming. How could you have known that those fleeting moments that brought you unexpected joy was perhaps just a cowardly act of one who coyly strung you a long and toyed with the emotions of yours; yours that loved with the intention to wholly deliver.
But what's worse than loosing a part of you to someone who loved till things got tough, is to loose someone who never intended or wanted to leave. Your other half, two peas in a pod, soulmate; metaphors used to describe that feeling of relief or completion. No matter how unexpectedly you two met, something happened. You two clicked and it worked. Something you thought never would happen, just did and as much as you were excited, you were very much afraid too. The fear of loosing, like the many times you had lost before.
Then something happens, your life comes to a halt, the moment you dreaded, has arrived. A final and permanent farewell. One beyond your control. And your efforts to remain for the next 50 years together are in vain. Fate tearing you two apart, crushing your soul beyond repair. Perhaps only time can mend. What seemed to last forever only happened to be a façade. As the clocks tick, your motion ceases to exist. You start from scratch this time more scratched and bruised compared to the last.
