I’ve been looking for an escape route, a way out, somewhere to run and hide until everything was finally over. All the tears I shed, the words I screamed, nothing meant much in the end. It was just a feeling of loneliness, a cry for help, my fear of losing the only love I thought I had.
I got so much more after I left. Someone entered my head and polluted my dreams. It was just a feeling of bliss, of intense satisfaction. I could do it, I could be happy again.
No bitterness. No angst. Just the feeling of being whole after an exhausting battle. Nothing lost. Nothing earned. Just a deep down feeling I succeeded. I found myself. I found others.
And it was only the beginning.