The road to my own emancipation is nonetheless difficult, abysmal, and uncertain.
I did not see her yesterday. That's a fact. As early as four in the morning, I knew she wasn't coming. And even though I knew that for certain because of her twitter account, I still went to church and pray.
It is sad. My heart almost fell from my chest because of excruciating pain. She's not there. She's far away and I cannot accept the fact that she's gone. Gone in my life? No, we never had this...this, that kind of thing. We just clicked like a door lock, and parted with a huge block. And our little romance barely two years ago? Nah, it's now history.
I know she moved on. Why wouldn't she? I'm just an empty shell, and she knew that. I am a vessel with no core inside. No living thing. No such thing. I feel so, so... empty.
One of my girl friends asked me once, "That girl. Do you really...?"
"Yes." There was silence.
"Instead of me, huh? Some girl. Who is she?"
"The lady who'll listen to me when I play the piano."