Grief. It’s a lesson.

Grief… What a lesson it is. Be reckless in Love and you’ll crash; my grief is for a stillborn future, for a kingdom I built in my soul whose queen, I discovered, was still in love with a ghost of her past.

My world was grayscale until she arrived and unlocked a spectrum of hues. I became an architect of a world just for us, its walls mortared with an unquestioning trust and commitment. But the kingdom was haunted. When the secret door splintered - a hidden room now fully exposed, the stone walls revealed themselves as glass, and my reality shattering along with it. Trying to find the truth afterward was a vertigo of the soul, lost in a house of mirrors where my own pain was twisted and used as a weapon against me.

My search for truth suppressed through an emotionally abusive obstacle course, littered with perfectly scripted narratives and manipulation. Dare I say it was a minefield. But, I'm not just grieving her; I'm mourning the man I was - the one who could trust so recklessly. How do you hold such a funeral?

So I made the hardest choice: I respectfully walked off the battlefield. This grief is a heavy cloak, but there is a strange stillness at its center. It is the peace that comes from choosing your own soul over an illusion. Grief, I've learned, is the price of that peace. And I am finally paying it in full.

But it’s worth it. For I’m now a new man, a man of character, a man of value, a man of wisdom. I look at couples now, and smile to myself with joy, for they are feeling exactly what I felt, hoping in my heart they don’t go through what I did. Now, I’m focusing on myself, treating myself as compassionately as possible. Living the full human experience. Tending to my own fire.

Perhaps, a new chapter awaits. Perhaps.

Written by - Anonymous