دشت

Yes I was upset. Yes I was worried. Yes I didn't like it, but more than all I was upset about what has happened.
I was upset that he was so weak, to the point that he broke and reacted so.
Yes I did love him, but I was more disappointed with his strength and determination that failed.
Yes I loved him. Yes we failed.
It feels scary at this point, feels like dying, and hopelessness, but it will change.
Time will pass, and I will forget how bad it used to feel. How good it used to feel.
I won't remember his comments, the depth of his affection, his gentleness. Not that there were many, the few that existed and made me feel like the happiest woman in the world in the shortest time. Those were qualities I loved, experiences I cherished, and decided to carry with me in my heart.
The rest were human failure and intolerance, in to which I had no interest about.
I pray to God to grant me strength, and determination to leave this past behind, and open my eyes to the new world and the new days, and the new blessings on the way.
I pray to God to give me peace, and help me find peace within when in doubt and fear. I pray for action and control, when in disbelief that I can do this and it will change very soon once I let go of the memories and dependencies, and the story.
Let the story die. Let it faint. Let it go. Step into your new days of destiny, and embrace it with an open heart.
The time that you spend on thinking about others, their goodness and kindness and sensitivities, focus on yours.. The many qualities that are left abundant to time and age and history. Master it. Find the mastery of your own days, and your own feelings. Celebrate your days, your goodness, your generosity, your heart warming acts and words, your influential actions, and your astonishing amount of energy, brilliance, and ideas.
Be well girl. Be well..