There’s so much to say, but nothing comes out. I think I’m still in shock. When I think that things have passed, this happens. Complete ambivalence has turned to inconclusiveness. All I know is that I’m still a sucker for those two little words. There’s solace in the hope that other things will work out, that they wouldn’t have happened, had things not ended up like this. Now all that’s left is clutter of questions.
Karma makes me ask who I’ve wronged so greatly to deserve this. At the same time, it’s an open-ended answer that doesn’t give me what I’m looking for, or make me feel any better.
And what do I do now, when all I have left are memories that may fade like old photographs sitting in the sun?
This seemed more than a little cryptic, until I clicked the link which revealed the explanation of what two little words you’re a sucker for, and why.
I hope tomorrow is a better day.
There’s nothing I can say that wouldn’t seem cliche‘ to you right now. But I just wanted to let you know I was here.