How do you detach your soul from someone whom you think you will spend the rest of your life with?
The
answer is, I didn’t know. Yet.
Love
is strange, isn’t it? How one day you thought you’d still be with certain
someone, and then the next day, you fell apart and found yourself alone
questioning your times together. But I guess, after having some thoughts, it’s
not that sudden. Deep down, after countless fights, I always knew, we’re not
compatible with each other. We just forcing ourselves to keep being together
based on some kind of illusion which our body’s chemistry created: a human primal
instinct to survive. Turns out, reasons loose with some kind of primitive urge
*insert bitter chuckle here*. I always hoping that I’m a human with my own free
will, my own desire, with rational thinking like those philosophy books I’ve read, because it’s hard
to be someone who always poured my soul to everything I did or said in this
cold and sleepless reality: but of course I failed, miserably. Geez, this is
hard. Writing these stuff… is harder than I thought. By writing it, I have to
acknowledge all of these happened in my life, all of the feelings that I felt
and still feel, with all of my conscious and subconscious minds.
If
I may become melancholic for just a while here, perhaps.. Just perhaps.. It’s
what the universe wanted me to experienced. After all, the universe is bigger
than me. Bigger than us.
