Every day passes.
Every day, hate permeates my pores, clouding my reality of what I thought was love.
Every day passed with lies and deceptions claiming to be truthful honest fractured us and my heart.
Every day passes I move beyond my hate. Writing about my emotions becomes my cathartic relief to understand our past, to see my reality brighter than my present, and, more importantly, to live beyond you, beyond us.
Every day, beyond our dreams, our imagined reality of possibilities no longer exists. My reality, my future, begins with ending my desires for our…