Once long ago, I was swooning over the idea of finding my knight in shining armour who’ll come and whisk me away into happily ever after. Fifteen, twenty, thirty years later and still that dream hasn’t come true.
It did come true for a while. One year and five months to be exact. But the heartache that came after completely broke me. It left me empty. Was I empty before? Or was the emptiness caused by losing someone close to me?
I told you then: It is not that I cannot live without you, but that I choose to be with you. And I tell you now: So is it that I choose to leave you, because I cannot live with you.