A long relationship has just ended. I say ‘just’ although it was almost 6 months ago, because my heart still insists it happened yesterday.
Everyone knows the word breakup does no justice to the experience.
A more accurate word is Apocalypse.
It’s a departing of two souls from a world years in the building, as this world burns up behind them.
The world has ended.
All the characters have died. Buildings have burned down, artifacts are barely recognizable. Some I have smashed myself, some I have left for the raiders.
Now I am just floating alone in the ether.
I’ve been depressed before, felt alone before, had intrusive strangling thoughts before. I’m no stranger to these things, but I think I’ll come out okay this time.
The main reason is that i still exist without a world. I seem not to need men and things and stuff to keep me going after all.
I think I’ve finally identified my Savior. She’s a complicated mess, an antihero to the core; but she comes through when you need her. She’s me.
So with Myself at my side, I will go build another world. Just after I bathe in tears one more time.