Once again, a chance to say, write and tell something out of my anxious mind. Waking up this morning and trying to right away find some answers to questions that have been bothering my heart.
Was love really real? Was I in a dream? Will I ever one day forget and forgive or will I remain an anxious soul, a lover whose wandering and wondering if this will end a love story or a tragedy.
Believe me, trusting back is hard. To be broken, to be lied to, to be betrayed is the worst death of a heart one can possibly imagine. More that the poison, it hurts and kills you softly, gently but painfully.
You feel everything, every tingling sensation is all there till the very end of your hair.
Truly I am still hurt, still hurting, my heart is.
Mechumi and her journey 