How could something end, when it never even started?
So I thought I was losing something. I thought I was broken and torn apart. I thought something dramatic has yet happened again to me.
But then I looked around. To everything that surrounds.
Have I really lost something? Was there really something that I had that is now gone?
Why does it seem just the same on the surface? Was it something inside my head? My heart? Was it something unreal, something I had only decided to believe in?
That something is now leaving me gently, like a mother letting go of her child only after knowing that they’re ready to. Without any pushing, punishing, hating, regretting, or even hurting.
That something knows that I was once too vulnerable to see. But now I think I am glad that it had ended. Even though it seems like nothing has ever started in the first place.