Hell Let Loose!!!

I’ve had an intuition for the past month — a kind of shadow following me around. I always dreamt about this moment, imagined how it might unfold. And now that it’s finally here, it’s not even a surprise. I knew it would happen someday.

People say “Separation is the way of life.”Now that, my friend, is utter crap. You — yes, you — can shove that line where the sun doesn’t shine. I don’t buy that philosophy. You don’t have to be separated from someone unless you’ve truly dissolved into the five elements that make you who you are. Until then, separation is nothing more than a choice — a painful one, maybe, but a choice nonetheless.

Alright, I admit, I have a bad habit of mixing things up. So, let’s start where it really began.Yes, I had a girlfriend. Surprised? Don’t be — I can actually get someone to like me too. 

She was the nicest, most graceful woman I have ever met. A classic, old-school soul, the kind you rarely come across these days.Now, tell me — is it my fault that she was this perfect, orthodox princess? Or that she happened to be a little older than me? Is it my fault that I got caught in this emotional storm where logic drowns, and everything feels like a test of self-control?I think not.

But somehow, my frankness — some call it arrogance — has turned into the villain of this story. Maybe that’s what love does. It turns the simplest misunderstandings into emotional wars, the smallest differences into lifelong rifts.And while the world lectures me about fate and letting go, I can’t help but feel that separation isn’t written in stone. Not when you still carry someone’s laughter in your chest, or their silence in your head.

Maybe this is not an ending. Maybe it’s just another messy chapter in a story still being written.