Have you ever wondered why is it so damn hard to get disconnected from something that you're used to doing or living with? That's how I feel at the moment, and I'm not even talking about love here. This is about something I'm just used to waking up to. You know that feeling, you know you do... or did.
The feeling you get when you're attached to it in about everyday of your life and then one day, it was just so drastic it's gone without you knowing. There were no warnings that you are about to face a big challenge, the challenge of dealing with the sad truth. It sucks big time.
One day you wake up, confused and not knowing what to do.
The hardest part about losing something are the memories, because they never leave. Knowing that it's never coming back, remembering one thing connected to it brings back all the feelings, making it so much harder for you to go on because there's just so much to remember. It still hurts to let go.
And when the time comes, you've already let go, the best thing to do is hope that it should never come back again. But what happens if it did come back, and you still want it? Would you let it cross your life again? Are you ready to undergo and repeat what had happened, or are you willing to create a new story and start all over again?
Are you ready to trust and take the risk... again?
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