And then it’s gone.
I’m left standing in my driveway admiring my home. Only it won’t be my home anymore. Someone else will be creating a life amongst the freshly painted walls and new floors. That was supposed to be me. It was supposed to be us.
Only this time, I won’t be packing my things with his. He will go his way, and I will go mine. The person I thought I knew no longer looks back at me. They are the eyes of a stranger, the words careless and unkind.
I blinked, and everything was gone. The life I worked so hard far no longer exists. My feet are unsteady, my vision hazy. I am left at the bottom, surrounded by the pieces of my life.
It’s hard to say goodbye. It’s one of the loneliest things in the world. It makes it even harder when you constantly clung on to the hope of change, that things would get better.
And so, here I am on the outside looking in. I am left to rebuild everything that I once had. I am temporarily lost. But those who are lost, can always find their way back.
xx Katt