6 Weeks And A Broken Heart

I should be jailed for doing what I just did today. I broke the heart of a very good man.

I feel so bad. For the past few weeks I was reeling from the craziness of what love can do to me. Got the newness I was asking for and yet somehow, all of a sudden, I woke up one day looking for it and found it to be gone.

I have consumed his lifetime in mine.

Thought about the purpose of him in my life and mine in his and I guess he came for a reason. With him I have realized that I'm indeed capable of newness and surprisingly, able to move forward with what has happened in my life. It is all about fleeting moments. People come and people go. If we're lucky, some stay. Otherwise, we make do with the things given to us, move forward and cherish all things between. After all, our existence is but a composition of different lifetimes put together that can only get stronger and wiser in good time. In the absence of anything concrete, I try to see it on a nostalgic point of view. That at least for a moment, I could say that it was mine...and love was something I welcomed with open arms.

But kill me. Kill me for breaking his heart. Damn damn damn.