And when it hurts like a son of a bitch just before apathy sets in, you realize that you took the right decision for everyone else but yourself. And then you know that it’s gonna be ok. One day. Eventually.
And there will be moments when there will be pieces of the dream coming back to you. But by then, it’s going to be like a flash of light. The ache will be so distant, so foreign.. it won’t be able to touch you.. You will feel it soaring through your soul, trying to find a way out but it won’t. You will not let it. You will convince yourself by then, that you don’t need it to make you feel alive. You’ll even smile at the occasional memory of it, and a small voice deep inside will tell you that you’ve done well. You succeeded in putting the unintended behind you. You moved on.
But at what cost?