I never thought this would be so easy. A long painful ordeal coming to the most nasty end only to leave behind a smile accompanied by a sigh of relief. A smile that says that I'm glad its over. A sigh to reflect the fact that I'm never ever going to put myself in such a vulnerable situation again.
Need to admit, God works out his timings brilliantly. One door closes and the other opens. I see the smiling new inviting door but I'm just content in knowing its exists. Just for me. No rush. Do I want to enter it? Oh yes! But not just as yet. I'm steadily falling out of love, but the residue seems to be taking time to disappear. Once I'm a clean slate, we'll take a call on what to do.
Ayn Rand says ~ "I've always thought that a feeling which changes never existed in the first place". Probably that was it. I don't want to get into retrospect and bring out a rhapsody of unwanted words. Been there, done that. Now I'm simply sick and tired. Tired to the hilt.
It doesn't take much to make a clear decision and hold on to it. Its hard, but not tough. Once done, its bliss. Eternal bliss. Today or rather from yesterday I'm the most happiest girl on earth. No, I was not this happy even 6 years ago. Somethings just have to end. Why? Because they have to. Agreed, accepted and acknowledged. The past has fucked me enough, its my turn now. Its look ahead time now, and if some chapters of history are turned back again I'll gladly accept being an illiterate.
Contentment and happiness are merging quick and I'm slowly but steadily heading towards the moon.
The end. Buried.