All night long I cried. Lonely sobs that seemed to go on forever. What had snapped in an instant for you took an agonizing week to break in me. But when the dawn came, I sniffled into a serene quiet. I had wept and shuddered myself into oblivion.The seperation of two friends, two lovers...two anything-but-ordinary people. Similarily, it is no ordinary seperation. Imagine surviving an earthquake. When you come to, you find the world unrecognizable. The horizon is in a different place. The sun has changed colour. And everything has been pulled from it's roots. Nothing is secure.
Nothing remains of the terrain you know.
As for you, you are alive.
But it's not the same as living.
It's no wonder the survivors of such disasters so often wish they had perished with the others.
But what's worse, in my situation, is that I KNOW when this earthquake will hit. And I won't survive it...but rather...he will. And his suffering...HIS PAIN, is all my fault.
I wish I could utter a "sorry." But I know it'll never heal.
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