Imagine being inside a sink hole for two long years. Imagine never getting out of it, and every time you try to, you still end up getting sucked in and getting stuck. Imagine the feeling of escaping with a ball and chain on your foot. Hard, isn’t it? Well, yes, it was really damn hard. But even it was, I still had a chance to finally, escape that sh-t hole, I mean, that sink hole.
A sink hole- that is how I describe my previous relationship. I admit it, it was all fun- I was loved, I was head over heels, I was in the clouds, I was extremely happy, it was ecstasy- but it was all wrong.
Two years ago, I entered something I never thought I would end up escaping. I fell in love with a guy who already has a ring. It was all fun at first, we were happy. We were madly in love with each other. There were people watching, people judging, all were mad, but I didn’t care- we didn’t care. All we cared about was, “us”. We were inside our own world, we were both escaping the sad reality that there shouldn’t be an “us”.
Until one day, it hit me, that I shouldn’t be doing it, but it was too late. I couldn’t let go anymore, I couldn’t imagine living outside our own world. And when it happened that I can already let go, he was the one who couldn’t. As I mentioned earlier, I was stuck. I tried to escape, I was shoving him off, but he was pulling me back. Until it just stopped, it was all over, and I was a whole new person again. So how did I do it? How did I escape in a sink hole called love? Go on and read along.