Begin again, again.
The words of trust, the longing for eternity, the smile of hearts, the grip of dreams, and the pinky promises of hope. Hurting is distinct from haunting. Turning the page of a book is entirely different from throwing the book away. I had never begged anyone to stay, yet my mouth whispered 'please'. I had never prayed so desperately for anything, but my heart cried out to the universe for it to happen. On the brink of losing everything, a fixed reply emerged : "I can't". Two words, five letters, left the extroverted soul to perish in silence. Let it kill you. Let it consume you. Let it shatter every fragment of hope, love and everything in between. Let it leave you with nothing. Let it all unfold. You're thrown in an ocean without knowing how to swim. But when you begin to drown and feel the water fill your lungs, you gasp for air. You push through the water, that's what survival is. You swim even when you don't know how because it's the only way