It just
dawned on me that all of this might sound crazy to some of you. As a counter-argument, I would like to say that I
never believed in any of those things either. The world doesn't need you to
believe in order to exist.
I guess
that is something I’ve come to appreciate
in the last few years. It has given me comfort how some things just really don't
seem to matter in the bigger picture. Mistakes that once seemed life-changing had no real consequences at all.
The biggest
battles I had to fight were in my head. In that sense,
I am really my own worst enemy. I love overthinking things. A traveler once
gave me a riddle that took me days to decipher. When I finally told him the
answer he told me that not only was I wrong
but that a five-year-old boy had solved
his riddle within minutes just the day before. Sometimes
the simple answer is the right one.
Sometimes
you just have to go with the flow and see what happens, that's what my
boyfriend used to say. He always so cared free,
sitting at the edge of the lake, water dripping down from his hair onto his
chest. And then he would just look at me
and smile with the biggest brightest smile you'd ever seen. The world can be so
perfect sometimes, but those moments never last long.
The secret
place where we would meet was turned into a place of misery and despair. The lake was turned red with the blood
of innocents. The years that followed were hard. The choices we had to make
were weighing us down. I didn't want him to worry and that made him worry even more.
Boyd and I
talked about this for hours the other day. I’d never even told him that I'd
been in love on the other side, let alone that it was a man. He didn't really
seem surprised though. There is this kind of unspoken trust. He is like a
grandson to me.
Writing all
of this down has been oddly therapeutic,
even if I don't really know if it's healthy. I guess in the end that doesn't
really matter, does it? It’s time for me
to get some sleep and then tomorrow another post. Good night everybody and
sweet dreams!
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