Tuesday, I woke up feeling a bit under the weather, had every intention of skipping work because most people have already started their EID holidays while I still have one day before mine starts. Work as always was a bit ho-hum and it took quite a bit of time before my mood picked up. I went through all the paperwork I had to finish before the holiday starts.
A good hour later after getting to work, I received a couple of emails from my braintwin (that one person who shares the exact same thoughts as I at any given moment). She sent me the emails that I sent her 10 years ago when I was heartbroken and searching for meaning. I was flabbergasted reading through all of it because I sounded so juvenile and naive. The tone in those emails was a far cry from the way that I speak and think now. Having gone through all those letters, I can boldly say that I have come a long way. Although I must note that I have lost all naivete and become a jaded version of myself (for the better or worse depending on how you perceive it). To me, the changes that I have undergone turned all sorrows into inner strength - the reason that I can laugh at past experiences now.
Whenever we go through something emotional like a heartbreak or the loss of a loved one, it feels like a part of us has died. There is truth I guess in the word heartbreak because we literally feel our heart straining from the overwhelming surge of emotions. The manifestation is so intense that we are left panting after we attempt to regain full control over our thoughts and emotions. We go through stages of recovery where every step is an uphill climb that gets tougher as you move farther from the past. Coping with loss is a grueling task that none can escape. We have all been there. No one comes out of it unscathed. What becomes of us after recovering will define how we will write the next chapters of our lives.
Those letters I read reminded me of a time when I fought valiantly to defend true love, romanticized it more than my understanding could handle. I believed in a love that could eclipse the brightest start with its sheer truth. I believed in a love that would outlast the sands of time - one that would put the pyramids to shame. I believed. Took me a good while to write this part because I had to dig deep to recall how love felt when I still unequivocally believed in it. It's all in the distant past now; so much so that I could no longer decisively describe it.
I'd like to restore that lost belief but all I have now are the letters of a young queen. This is my ode to the past. Those letters are the memories of a time when the sun's rays could not be eclipsed by anything other than true love. People always tell me that I will find love again. What if I don't? What if I do? I'd just keep writing the remaining chapters of my life and perhaps these letters now will one day be overturned too by a queen who has come full circle in her journey.
xoxo
QB
A good hour later after getting to work, I received a couple of emails from my braintwin (that one person who shares the exact same thoughts as I at any given moment). She sent me the emails that I sent her 10 years ago when I was heartbroken and searching for meaning. I was flabbergasted reading through all of it because I sounded so juvenile and naive. The tone in those emails was a far cry from the way that I speak and think now. Having gone through all those letters, I can boldly say that I have come a long way. Although I must note that I have lost all naivete and become a jaded version of myself (for the better or worse depending on how you perceive it). To me, the changes that I have undergone turned all sorrows into inner strength - the reason that I can laugh at past experiences now.
Whenever we go through something emotional like a heartbreak or the loss of a loved one, it feels like a part of us has died. There is truth I guess in the word heartbreak because we literally feel our heart straining from the overwhelming surge of emotions. The manifestation is so intense that we are left panting after we attempt to regain full control over our thoughts and emotions. We go through stages of recovery where every step is an uphill climb that gets tougher as you move farther from the past. Coping with loss is a grueling task that none can escape. We have all been there. No one comes out of it unscathed. What becomes of us after recovering will define how we will write the next chapters of our lives.
Those letters I read reminded me of a time when I fought valiantly to defend true love, romanticized it more than my understanding could handle. I believed in a love that could eclipse the brightest start with its sheer truth. I believed in a love that would outlast the sands of time - one that would put the pyramids to shame. I believed. Took me a good while to write this part because I had to dig deep to recall how love felt when I still unequivocally believed in it. It's all in the distant past now; so much so that I could no longer decisively describe it.
I'd like to restore that lost belief but all I have now are the letters of a young queen. This is my ode to the past. Those letters are the memories of a time when the sun's rays could not be eclipsed by anything other than true love. People always tell me that I will find love again. What if I don't? What if I do? I'd just keep writing the remaining chapters of my life and perhaps these letters now will one day be overturned too by a queen who has come full circle in her journey.
xoxo
QB
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