You go through life thinking you’re fine. You’ve ‘moved on’.
Of course, things aren’t easy. But that’s life ain’t it?
Nobody said it was gonna be easy.
And you’re fine, really!
You’ve made your mistakes and hopefully learnt your lessons.
Pure pure joy in the beginning- joy, hope, and love; followed by inconsolable grief, anger, bitterness…
Is it all worth-it?
Some say it is.
They say it’s better to have loved and lost.
As time goes by the hatred turns to bitterness, then you learn to accept. The memories don’t hurt so much anymore.
They say if you haven’t loved, then you haven’t lived.
So tell me then- is this life?
This… semblance of normalcy that fools you for some time, until that thin veil of self-deceit breaks.
Broken by the simplest of things.
Like hearing a silly song on the radio that make your eyes brim with tears all over again.
The tears that was supposed to have already fallen.
Didn’t you think he wasn’t worth crying for?
Oh but he isn’t.
You don’t care about him. (thank God for small mercies)
It’s not him that you’re crying for.
For the hope that has died. For the cynicism that has taken its place.
For the trust that has been broken.
For the person you have become.
But it’s all good.
You go on, telling yourself that it’s all a test.
The heart is broken, but the spirit lives on.
But why though?
That’s what I wanna know.
Someone tell me why. Cos I’m tired of waiting for an answer.