I would summarize the year that I had with one word: lost.
These past few months have been, what I consider to be, a necessary evil. The grueling trial has provided me with a new outlook, giving me the opportunity to learn nuances about myself. Though I cringe at the route taken at times, I cannot deny or regret them for happening because it eventually has gotten me from point A to point B. Of the valuable knowledge accumulated, time was of the main importance. A running cliché, but in all honesty, it does take time to heal, process, and understand the whirlwind of events circulating. You cannot fake your way of functioning naturally with clustered murkiness looming. Or it could be just me; I will never be a decent liar and cannot shine without a smiling heart.
Taking into account of all my relationships at this time, I have learned that only a rare handful of them can be considered unconditional. After completely annihilating myself, few have stuck by my side. Despite my long drawn out tears, they still possessed patience and empathy. Walls began to be broken down and I could be myself, without the fear of judgement. So when my partner in crime (PIC) picked up and left the state, I found myself in another rut. Fortunately, the privilege of social media was able to cushion the sadness. Every text, every tweet, confirmed that we were still two peas in a pod -- and it does not matter where you are, it is always the same shit. Just a different pile. With that, I hesitantly am opening up to the likes of both new and old acquaintances. Formulating thoughts and writing again, many stories are in the works...
The best, my dear, is yet to come.
