Understanding hits when you least expect it.
Sometimes.
Is it possible that a relationship can cloud your thoughts?
Can there be some sort of mental block that occurs?
A shroud of black mist, perhaps, that only lifts when you have said goodbye?
When you have finally
let
go?
Letting go is not easy. It is painful and harrowing and traumatic.
Shattering.
Horrifying.
And yet... perhaps it is for the best. For both of us.
Perhaps the shroud has blinded us both.
Held us both back.
Confused our minds and hearts and wills.
I don't like this.
Not one bit.
So why, in the morning after, am I suddenly hit with such profound understanding of what I was trying to grasp for three years?
The understanding has only come
only come
when we are apart.
And that sucks.
Because it could have been great.
Would have been great.
We were set to change the world.
Together.
So it doesn't make sense to me
why we have to be
apart.
But who said life had to make sense?
No one, really.
Especially not me.
