So, They left

 

So, they left. What now? My thoughts spin non-stop and wondering where all the good stories ended. When you meet people, you never know   what truly lives in the first meeting, either on or off, or it is simply passers-like gush of water in the river that will drift your memories and end up somewhere hidden in your brain.

So, they left. I was left alone somewhere, but my heart tells me otherwise while soul rejoices not because they left but simply because I completely mustered my courage to be who I am in my own little world. It is okay to be alone but not it is not okay to be lonely!

Where do I go from here? I do not know really, but what I know is that I am carefree but not nonchalant, I may be naïve but not lost, retrofit in   the world full of noise, uncertainties and vague but nothing will tremble me as I move forward. Do I miss those people that have been closed to my heart? A sounding YES. Every day I miss them; it makes my heart ponder.

Where do I draw the line of separating my happy past to a distant memory? I do not know really. I will let my feet heed in the direction of new adventure, see the unexplored world and navigate high seas with my hand as I paddle across the ocean of adventure.

Life is an adventure full of surprises, as we traverse and meet people from all social classes -whether as an acquaintance or simply a passer-by to bond or built deeper connection it teaches us that life itself is not as black and white, it is colorful and magical as a whole.

So, they left. The family that I love. It is not must have been love but love that sprout from unlikely meet up with a clear purpose. A God given reason to be in the place that time taught me to embrace and face the challenge, a less road travelled. So, they left? No. they rest for tomorrow’s new friendship await. I choose to understand rather than fighting my own demons, is it manifesting, No. I am praying as I progress.

So, they left? No, they love. they love silently. ♥♥♥

 


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