I do not believe that love can die overnight, for when love dies it is slow and agonizing. It was overnight, however, that I felt the last of the burning embers within my heart cool to ash and scatter as if it had been hit with an icy November gale.
From that point on, it was like my feelings took a 180-degree turn. Sunrise faded into sunset, and soon, only darkness remained.
The sound of my ex-love’s name still makes me sick. At one time, my illness was due to the hot-blooded longing that pulsed through my being. But now, his name floods a frosted flow of venom through my veins. Either extreme turns my stomach.
When I fell out of love, I felt empty; I felt just as empty as I felt when I fell into love. I still ache for what I don’t have, but my need is no longer for him.
I’m still drowning in a lonely sea of pain, yet I find that the fight is more focused without him pulling me under. My hope is restored. I can see, and will reach the surface. My new beginning came with love’s last breath.
Written by
Tammy Fay Siboloski