Why am I grieving for something so intensely? Why is it that the more I want to not think about it the more I am drawn towards those thought?
I’m losing my grip. Why is it so difficult? People have been through worse and they get by okay. Why can I just not forget about what happened? Why can’t I bury it as dead?
Because I can’t. There is no answer to my why. I know that I am the only one who can save me. He can save me too but he’s out of the picture isn’t he? So it’s just me. But I am unable to move ahead. I’m gripping and clinging to the good times coz I always believed it was worth something and I had made up my mind that I wouldn’t give up.
Why did all this happen? How did it happen? Why didn’t I see it coming? How could I have been so blind? Why did I believe everything he said even when what he was saying sounded unlikely?
Because I trusted him blindly. Because trust is the only thing that keeps a relationship going.