One Spring Day

I still remember, that day of August of the bleakest year in my memory.

I met You. 

Simple, mysterious, interesting and philosophical – my first impressions – the same impressions that stayed with me throughout our courtship. 

Masculine, ambitious yet the insecurities could not help but surfaced at times.

I was broken, You were broken, as I gradually realized about the force that brought us together.

Two imperfect piece-of-human’s made US. The “US” that was so perfect and complete in my eyes, I felt like I was living in a bubble. 

It was “US” that walked me through all the stress of the divorce, the anger for my failed marriage and the resentment I carried toward my own self. 

It was “US” that made me believe “good things happen to good people”

It was “US” that show me hope

It was “US” that gave me strength

But I was living in a bubble. Bubble is bound to burst, and so it did and left me with the realization of The Illusion. 

The Illusion of things I so craved and desired, that I made everything up in my mind, I gave it a name and hung onto it for dear life.  

 Now, things have fallen into places; we are back to who we really are. 

Two imperfect piece-of-human’s; broken.

And “US” is just an Illusion no more.