There are times when you are left alone, stuck in between hope and reality, forgotten promises and longstanding dreams, an established relationship and an almost nonexistent one. These are times that pretending things are normal is hard, and being tough is tough.
These are times that you just want to ask why this happens when it has no reason to.
I have wept three times for the past 24 hours. With every tear is a meaning: those were tears for relationships you wish would go back to what used to be. Those were tears that were encouraged by a friend that knows what you are going through. Those were tears for promises that were made seven years ago but still not forgotten.
Those tears were manifestations of everything I stored up inside. Those tears recognize the fact that everything’s not okay and I know it. Those tears were for the awkward feeling of not catching up.
I’m sorry.
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