They said the world was going to end. They said it was written in ancient stone, that it was God's will. The Coming Apocalypse...People talked. They worried. People argued. People spent all their money stocking up on supplies in case they needed to survive in their homes...or, in other cases, people spent all their money on extravagant luxuries because they knew they didn't have long to live. Many doubted it. Many believed it.
They said it would all end on December 21st, 2012. They were wrong.
My world had already ended, when that "apocalypse" came and went with absolutely no consequence.
She took my world away from me the night before Thanksgiving. Well, that's not really fair, if I'm being honest. I guess I am just as much to blame. But everything came down around me. I did manage to come back from it quite a bit more quickly than I would've expected, but the more heavily-hitting repercussions have stayed with me up to and including today, boiling just beneath the surface most of the time.
It's been difficult, and it's been sad. But do you wanna know what else it's been?
It's been enlightening. As tough as it is to truly admit that to myself, I can live a little more easily knowing that I've learned long-lasting lessons, I've grown tremendously as a person, and I've been making myself better. Perhaps I'm not completely through with the healing process yet, or even as far along as I would like to think I am, but that's alright.
My world with her ended, but I'm going to be ok--no, I'm going to be fantastic. I am going to be fantastic, because I am building my own world again. I'm making my own life, my own friends, my own goals, and my own memories.
The world might be ending every single day, for all of us, or for each of us individually. But we can rebuild. I believe that. I hope you do too.
