When darkness comes embrace it, don't chase it, know that your days here are temporary and your nights are permanent. I make this promise to you, that I’ll always be in the shadows till the darkness sucks you whole. It was supposed to be a perfect wedding. Two perfect lovers, entangled in love, with each side forming the Cupid’s bow. Instead, what did we have? Pain. We thought we were above heartbreak, but we weren’t, the fickleness of romance overwhelmed the fragility that was our bond. I loved him too much. It sucked. But now I realize that I loved him more than he loved me. Every time I beat myself wishing I could’ve done something different, maybe put my legs on the brakes when I saw myself falling into the deep, rolling in the mud. There wasn’t even a single thing that he could lay claim to that was our emotional connection. So it was unsurprising that he had the affair. My guts knew it, I always knew it, people leave, romance was like war, everyone broke your heart. But I was naively foolish to think ours was different. He’s seated at one side of the bed, head bent, in shame. I’m seated at the other side, hands clasped on my bosom lost, trying to rationalize what happened and maybe find the strength to walk out and pretend my husband-to-be didn’t just dive into the deep thighs of my friend.
Long walk to Sanity.
Long walk to Sanity.
Long walk to Sanity.
When darkness comes embrace it, don't chase it, know that your days here are temporary and your nights are permanent. I make this promise to you, that I’ll always be in the shadows till the darkness sucks you whole. It was supposed to be a perfect wedding. Two perfect lovers, entangled in love, with each side forming the Cupid’s bow. Instead, what did we have? Pain. We thought we were above heartbreak, but we weren’t, the fickleness of romance overwhelmed the fragility that was our bond. I loved him too much. It sucked. But now I realize that I loved him more than he loved me. Every time I beat myself wishing I could’ve done something different, maybe put my legs on the brakes when I saw myself falling into the deep, rolling in the mud. There wasn’t even a single thing that he could lay claim to that was our emotional connection. So it was unsurprising that he had the affair. My guts knew it, I always knew it, people leave, romance was like war, everyone broke your heart. But I was naively foolish to think ours was different. He’s seated at one side of the bed, head bent, in shame. I’m seated at the other side, hands clasped on my bosom lost, trying to rationalize what happened and maybe find the strength to walk out and pretend my husband-to-be didn’t just dive into the deep thighs of my friend.