I've always been pretty good at keeping it together when times get tough but something about this kind of heartbreak left me at my weakest. Everything was changing. I've always had this idea of what my life was supposed to be like and the
what ifs haunted my dreams creating translucent images of ways things could have been different if the simplest events may have been transformed. But on a random day for no particular reason at all, I stopped dreaming. And as I watched that perfectly framed
what if shattered by the dull reality of 'sometimes, life just is', every last hopeful expectation abruptly plummeted to my feet. And I just let myself fall apart for a moment.
Accepting