I almost reached out to you today, actually
I almost reached out to you a few minutes ago. I had the urge to go through some of our pictures again. I saw our videos laughing. I saw the last trip we took, me standing there with flowers fully unaware of the bomb that was about to explode. At the airport; where the security guard wanted to check your phone and standing behind you I saw evidence of something I had burried but felt deep in my subconscious. I knew it was too good to be true. In some ways. I definitely neglected a lot of things that were obviously not right, but would have never expected to find betrayal behind everything else.
I still can’t understand it. I never will. There is no world where I can understand how anyone can do something like this to another person. That they claim to love. And wanting to marry. Asking my parents for my hand. I just can’t understand nor will I ever. And maybe that’s a good thing.
Deep in my soul there is a crack from this day on and there is never going to be my old self again. She died right there. And I am yet to find out what the new version of me will bring. And despite everything, there is hope. I don’t know where this is coming from, but all I know is that beneath everything that may happen to me in this world, I hope nothing will ever take away my optimistic and deeply spiritual outlook on life. Everything happens for a reason. Even this. Even when I can’t believe it at all.
I will never understand the why, I will never be able to „close“ that fully unless I decide to. And I know there is no other option than that. In weak moments I think of reaching out and asking for a „how“ and a „why“. But shortly after I realize, the person on the photos, videos and in my memory never existed to begin with. It was the 70% version. When I really deserved to know the 100% version of you.