My Personal Tragedy
May 26, 2008For years, I have made myself believe that love shall be my worst personal tragedy. The greatest threat to my sanity. The end of my time. Yet each time I see myself inlove with a man, I become a paradox wanting to nullify the claim and longing to believe in fairy tales. That perhaps happy ever after could actually transcend my cynicism.
Today, I woke up confronted by the very thing that has always haunted me all those years. He moved out. Out of the apartment. Out of my life. Almost four years of my life, which I thought could travel a lifetime, ended. There is no one to blame. Twists of fate can sometimes catch you unexpectedly and knock you off sideways. And I’m back there again.
Love, indeed, is my worst personal tragedy.
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for whatever it’s worth, i think it’s everybody’s personal tragedy. *hugs*
Posted by Penny Lane at May 27, 2008, 12:11 pm