In the Midst of Silence
Silence. Weeks have passed since I shifted from something for two into solo. My phone is no longer as busy as before, umbrella is now good for one, more time to spend in solace, social media now on mute - everything is now in normal mode for someone who is single and uncommitted. No more flowers to look forward to, surprises to await, meal for two, late night conversations, evening walk in the busy street while my hand is being warmly held, monthsaries to celebrate, and commitment to uphold. Silence has become both a blessing and a struggle. Pain in Silence. As much as I'd like to say I am totally okay, I really can't fully say I am. I hold this guilt in my heart for what I had done. If only I could turn back time and undo the part where I made myself a part of his life, I would. I can't stop the tears from marching down to my cheek everytime someone tells me of his agony and ask if I am okay. Every day I ask God to heal him and heal me. I want to tell people how I truly ...