Funny all the things that a broken heart can do. It’s fascinating how a smile can be gone in the mention of something that reminds you of your lost love. Teras become your silent companions through the night, and no one it’s free from them. Not even the kind of person who got a smile plastered constanly on their faces. It has never been so hard to smile, to pretend nothing has changed; because deep down, being like this isn’t the true you.

Lying about feelings was something. ‘I’m always okay’, a simple motto to follow. But not if it wasn’t just because you wasn’t in the mood to talk about it. Being always okay was not nice if nothing was truly okay, if a hug could make you in tears again. It’s funny how feelings work. I wish they have a switch so they could be turned off. I wish life wasn’t so complicated.

I which I wasn’t alone. I wish I wasn’t going to isolate myself until everything is truly okay.

Unfortunately, that’s not a choice. That’s life.

A path– my path.

My life.