Who can know?
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I do not know if there is a god but I hope and sometimes I wonder.
I missed her. She ended it abruptly. No explanation was given. For years I hoped I might hear of see her again.
I moved on. Found others and lived my life. The part of me she took away never fully healed.
I do not know where the dead go when they leave us. I have considered the possibility that they are gone. It breaks my heart each time to think of it and still I talk to my dead loved ones almost every day.
I met someone recently. At first she reminded me of the one that got away. She endeared herself in my heart and did things like my mum… and other things like the one who got away.
That ended abruptly two months ago too. No explanation given. No warning. Just gone.
I was wandering my home a couple weeks ago and noticed how thoughtfully my things had been put away almost the same way my mum would do it.
I thought to myself:
Maybe my mother heard me. Maybe she knew how much pain and loneliness I have felt and how much I have missed her. How much I miss the one that got away.
Maybe she sent her to me so I could have another chance to say goodbye. Maybe the lonely madness in my mind conjured her once again.
Alone again I have to wonder if there was a purpose in it, but mostly I wonder if or when I’ll see her again.
I do not know if there is a god but I hope and sometimes I wonder.
I missed her. She ended it abruptly. No explanation was given. For years I hoped I might hear of see her again.
I moved on. Found others and lived my life. The part of me she took away never fully healed.
I do not know where the dead go when they leave us. I have considered the possibility that they are gone. It breaks my heart each time to think of it and still I talk to my dead loved ones almost every day.
I met someone recently. At first she reminded me of the one that got away. She endeared herself in my heart and did things like my mum… and other things like the one who got away.
That ended abruptly two months ago too. No explanation given. No warning. Just gone.
I was wandering my home a couple weeks ago and noticed how thoughtfully my things had been put away almost the same way my mum would do it.
I thought to myself:
Maybe my mother heard me. Maybe she knew how much pain and loneliness I have felt and how much I have missed her. How much I miss the one that got away.
Maybe she sent her to me so I could have another chance to say goodbye. Maybe the lonely madness in my mind conjured her once again.
Alone again I have to wonder if there was a purpose in it, but mostly I wonder if or when I’ll see her again.
46-50, M
