Mayluna

by Kelley McNeil

A great love. A broken heart. A story like mine is one that is repeated in all walks of life, in every decade and century. Still, it’s mine.

Happiness can be an elusive thing and certainly isn’t always linked to success.”

We were these two damaged people coming together, with scars and wounds that ran deep. We had reason to stay apart. But it was inevitable.

I had become part of the fabric. Woven in delicate moments until one day it ripped wide open.

when you keep the darkness hidden like that, it always makes its way to the surface eventually. Always. It needs to be dealt with. Otherwise, it steals the light.

time. Probability can be a little too hard to believe in sometimes. But possibility is enough.

I had discovered a powerful truth—the one we love the most in life may not be the one we love the best.