My emotional weekend

The weekend that passed by was not so good for me. It was emotionally tormenting that I felt my heart just shattered and the better part of me didn't even want to exert effort in picking up the pieces.

I will not even dare tell what happened and why I have been subjected to such an experience. But I believe it had to happen to finally (Yes, this is the final story to this issue) figure out what to do, to have all the cards laid down, to pinpoint the source of pain and literally burn it all down.

But it wasn't easy. I had to guard my heart for two days even if that meant sleeping with tears.

I cannot contain my hurt that I can feel a throbbing pain in my chest. All the more I did not even want to talk about it anymore and just wanted to move on after I have, seemingly, erased the whole event from my memory bank. Of course, it was far from happening.

So I had put it into writing. Pouring to my soul's content every detail that my poor heart is feeling. Setting expectations, demanding for what is mine in the first place. The result was a shirt-drenching experience, having to be face-to-face with bitterness and sadness all at the same time. The misunderstandings of where I am coming from versus what the other person is assuming all blended up to become this climatic scene which was won over by LOVE.

Yes. It was a happy ending. And I wouldn't want it any other way. We tore the old pages and started with a brand new sheet on this one, starting off from where I wanted to begin, learning each detail that I could possible know,and saying out loud my thoughts on everything else that has got to do with this not-so-good episode. Will it be different this time? It should be. Because I don't want to go through the same ordeal twice.

When everything else fails, LOVE is the answer.