The moment.

The complexity of breakups bewilders me. It is such a simple action, that happens over a single sentence, “Let’s be friends”, its simplicity triggers an explosion of emotions: despair, regret, hatred, helplessness, anger. Often than not, this is the tipping point. We may chose to run away from reality because the pain is overpowering, or we may chose to face it. In either instances, they are here, and there is nothing to weather us from this storm.

The moment of self-blame, the moment of your entire future being thrown away. The mirror that was so clear, suddenly crashes. And everything becomes mirky, confusing. You try so hard to find a raft, to cling on, perhaps something will keep you grounded or afloat, but you cling on broken glass. Shards of past memories, the harder you cling, the deeper the cut.