I used to think that this was it. That my life was over without him in it. That I couldn’t be possibly any happier in the future than when I was with him. After he left me, it’s as if my world stopped spinning, and I became afraid of the future. I became afraid to think of the future, knowing fully that this time I have to imagine and rebuild it without him.
Yet, indeed, time heals everything. Days turned to months, and months turned to years, and I found that the world started spinning again, gradually, slowly, yet continuously and unfaltering. And I realized the world really did not stop for me. I’m the one who stopped. I’m the one who stopped moving, I’m the one who stopped caring, I’m the one who stopped trying to live. So with faith and hope for the future, I stood again. And here I am now, happy, complete, and contented with the life I built even without him.
This is a custom piece request by someone who asked to remain anonymous. 😊 I’m sorry if it took me quite some time to write it. I hope I did justice to your request. For some reason, I really find it hard to write someone’s else story. I tried my best though. 😊