First comes
pain.
Disappointment.
Frustration.
Grief.
Hate.
Love.
Again,
grief. Slowly, almost
unnoticed, comes the uncontrollable
desire to
fold time and space. Desire to go
back, back to
the way it was before.
All these words came to my mind
yesterday.
I could not handle any of them.
The
hurt I
suffered cannot be described in any
language.
All those
visualised
thoughts of our relationship, built up in these 19 years of my
life, turned
red as the
blood on my face.
Thinking about them hurt me more than all the
physical pain I suffered in my entire life, more than that moment itself.
Then
black.
Black as the night without its stars. Black as the non-
color behind your closed
eyelids. And no matter how hard I try, I cannot
enlighten these moments anymore...