Just over a week ago, I got the phone call that every person dreads. The one with the tone of voice that says “We need to talk.” A few short days before what would have been our one year anniversary, he let me go.
Timing. Circumstances. Never meant to be...
Each and every word of that call burned like acid through my chest. But the next morning I still got out of bed and still got dressed. Putting on my favorite dress, I determined that everything would be okay.
Unfortunately, that isn't how others feel. Those closest to me seem to be more upset, feel more betrayed, and more angry than I do. How can my feelings be explained?
There were no spoken promises, only ones that my heart filled in the blanks with. There were no broken promises either, only broken dreams.
I ache with the promises I longed for and still desire...
...But new dreams can be made and will be made.
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