I Wish It Was a Dream

I Wish It Was a Dream, but I know it is not! You know, sometimes I wish life was just a dream. A dream where you could control everything, where you could make the pain go away with a snap of your fingers. But life isn’t like that, is it? It’s messy, it’s unpredictable, and it hurts.

I met him when we were in school, innocent and full of dreams. We promised each other forever, believing that nothing could ever tear us apart. But now, here we are, clinging to the remains of what we once had.

We built our businesses together, side by side, pouring our hearts and souls into them. Our friends and family envied what we had, the bond we shared both personally and professionally. But behind closed doors, it’s different. We’re drifting apart, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to hold onto it anymore.

Every day feels like a battle, a struggle to keep our bond alive. I see the way he looks at me, or rather, the way he doesn’t look at me anymore. His eyes are distant, his words hollow. It’s like he’s already moved on, but he’s too afraid to say it out loud.

I have my reasons for holding on, though. Maybe it’s the fear of being alone, or the thought of starting over from scratch. Or maybe it’s because I still believe in us, in the love we once shared. But with each passing day, that belief grows weaker, overshadowed by the reality of our crumbling relationship.

We live together, but our minds are miles apart. We go through the motions, pretending that everything is fine, but deep down, we both know it’s not. We’re trapped in this invisible web of obligation and expectation, suffocating beneath the weight of our own insecurities.

And yet, we keep searching for a way out, for some semblance of peace amidst the chaos. We try to salvage what’s left of us, holding onto the fragments of our love like they’re precious gems. But the harder we try, the further we seem to drift apart.

I wish I could say that I don’t care anymore, that I’m ready to let go and move on. But the truth is, I’m terrified. Terrified of what lies ahead, of facing the reality of life without him by my side. And so, I cling to the hope that maybe, just maybe, we can find our way back to each other.

But deep down, I know it’s just wishful thinking. Because sometimes, no matter how much you love someone, it’s just not enough to save them from themselves. And as much as it hurts to admit it, I think I’ve finally reached that point.

I am, pouring my heart out to you, hoping that somehow, sharing my story will ease the pain, even if just for a moment. Because in the end, all I can do is hold onto the memories, and wish that this nightmare would finally come to an end. I wish it was a dream.

Moving many 365 days without knowing the results!