The Last Sunset - A New Dawn

We fought, I was fighting for us, you were fighting for anything but.

But as I stood facing the ashes of our investment, I knew our fragmented relationship was unraveling at an express speed, as if caught in an uncontrollable vortex, a clash of unlovable wills.

I knew the end would be avoided; I knew the self-entered, self-deluded truth would show its true colours for all to see sooner or later. 

But the truth is, I don’t care what they see. I only care about you, and now I find you alone, crying. Deserted by the so-called strong beings and their truths that make little sense and offer little real-world support; and here you are alone, crying.

The truth is that your strength of character scares them more than their fragile egos can ever admit, let alone cope with. At the first sign of anything remotely complicated or uncomfortable, they will be found missing, busy, or both.

As much as I don’t trust them and the promises they make, I still don’t want them to be as average as I suspect them to be, as this truth will hurt you, shake your already fragile belief system, lead you further away from your truth into a fantasy that at times appears like a preferred reality.

I am sorry, my love. Sorry, the truth can be so damn painful, sorry that the make-believe is just that.Sorry you need to feel this pain to begin to comprehend the great power lying dormant deep inside you, the woman I love.

I am here for you, just as I have been in the past and as I will be in the future.

I see you.

I feel you.

I hear you.

I know you.

In the end, that is the way a relationship works. We know both the good and the bad, and we face them together.

Welcome home; feel free to stay awhile.