It was this overwhelming inner feeling again, a voice that told me: grab your legs and get away from here, this is no good. Yet something in me was screaming, shouting that what I’m doing is wrong. It was breaking down, questioning life itself on all I was doing now.
Turn around you fool! It kept shouting. Turn around and face this situation, you won’t get another! This something was my never ending love for you.
But the other me kept saying no. It was the good fairy trying to keep me from evil. Blabbering down the old list of things that would happen when I’d see you face to face. It kept telling me it’d be better for us both.
So I went away in silence, deafened, blinded, broken.
I thought it would kill me, but I’m still alive.