She sat on the curb as she watched the cab turn on the corner … And like the winds, he was gone but why did it feel so imperative to have uttered those words. In an odd way, it felt like he was never coming back but he had a return ticket and had left all his belongings. But that was what bothered her the most, the fact that these were just things, in her head, she was an object of disposal, easily tossed away and replaced. It was her subconscious whispering in her ear, “He doesn’t have a reason to come back” although somehow, somewhere in her cerebral cortex, she was told to stay calm. That night, she laid in bed with swimming words that were left unsaid. How could she? When she stood there for moments after he had said his goodbyes.
With hope that you will find solace, not in the comfort of places you've been to nor in those you've come across with but in the bliss of discovering yourself. 