Death of the Dream




They told me yesterday that you had passed. I was startled by how
hard it hit me. Your my "Ex". What am I feeling? Why does it feel
like a punch in the gut?

I don't know exactly when we lost it. When it had just.... gone.
You were my forever. You were going to be the last person I
laid eyes on as I took my last breath. Or so I thought; hoped.
In the early days, we were so enraptured with each other, the
world outside of "us" just didn't matter. There were years with
you that I could not believe how incredibly, blissfully, happy
I was. If you looked into my eyes, I knew you were seeing
forever, just as I was seeing it in yours. How did we let that go? We somehow went from not wanting to live without the other to
not being able to stand the sight of the other. How? Years after we parted, I was sitting at a red light in my car
when I suddenly broke down, sobbing at the loss of what we had.
The Treasure, the Dreams that we let slip through our fingers.
The divorce didn't break me. The years of loneliness didn't
either.
It was What We Had Meant To Each Other and What We Had Built
Together. That's what broke me. To Squander such happiness... such love.... It's rare to experience such a depth of passion, bliss,
appreciation, devotion, friendship and love as what we shared.
For that, I am forever grateful for having had you in my life.

I pray that you are at peace.

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson

9 thoughts on “Death of the Dream

  1. Oh My Penny!! You ripped my heart out on this one!!!! So powerful, emotional and bittersweet too!! Thanks so much for sharing this with us!!! Bellissimo, Penny!!
    xoxo
    πŸ˜˜πŸ’•πŸŒΉπŸ’–

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