For the last few months, I've been fighting a battle in my mind. Yesterday, that battle ended, and the noise has stopped.
Although I am glad to have reached this place of silence, I am struggling with the acute sense of pain from the loss, emptiness, of the death of a relationship. Like remembering a lost loved one, in the quiet moments, you recall the funny exchanges you had with the person, how you felt with them, how handsome they were, and the defining moments when they were there for you. And though not much time has passed, you miss them sorely because of the knowledge that things will never be the way they used to.
But I believe everything will be okay.
And I realize now, more than ever, that what I really need during this period is to just be alone, here, in the quiet...
