Grieving: Story II
I am learning again that if I like something or someone I don't need to own it. If I see a beautiful rose, I don't need to pluck it off. Even though I got led on to believe that it belonged to me. I ignored my intuition because of the sweet, enticing words of little substance. I kept holding onto the thorns of the rose that wasn't mine even if my hands were bleeding. I kept going back to see the rose day after day watering it and keeping it company but only to find out that it was plucked away by someone else I never knew. I am grieving for the fond memories and hurting for the excuses, lies and distance. It stains my love and betrays my soul. It left a hollow and empty hole in my heart. The change of heart and the rejection is, in a way similar to the death of a person you once knew They are no more even though they are still phsyically alive in this world. But the distance between your hearts and souls are greater than heaven...