I have experienced a period of detachment from almost everyone around me after he left me and I think it's a good thing. Because in the detachment, I found myself. I was enlightened by realizations that I wasn't able to see when his angelic and contagious smile was clouding my thinking.
I got to travel to the lands of what-ifs to the oceans of I-know-I-tried. I do have friends, yes. And I'm grateful for every single one of them because they've filled spaces in me. But I just find my mind wandering into some place that even if I'm alone, I'm totally okay. I found peace in the solitude brought about by the breaking I hear inside of me.
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Published on January 20, 2016 04:00