The moment she told me, that no longer I am the one she longs, a new end is what I could see, where my life is just another history. She wasn't the one, I always knew, but deep inside I always deny. She came and changed and now she was gone and it all end. The process is what we call past and the crossroads is my present. My persistency is what brought me to edges and all she cared if my ties matched her wedges. I wasn't what I am now, I wasn't what I used to be. It's always somewhere hollow l am somewhere in between. I knew the exact moment. The moment when I was so hurt that I felt numb. It wasn't something chaotic rather calm. Too calm to be real.

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Tiana Mar

Poet & Aspiring Author

Srebrenica, Bosnia & Herzegovina