By: Kyzha
“She had the perfect party planned only to be ruin by her ex”
I went through a break up that took me several years to get over. He was intelligent, loving and ridiculously handsome, a perfect man for a woman who always a messed up all her entire life and a love that has been prayed over nights under the shimmering stars full of hopeful dreams. We dated for two and a half years and the mark he left was footprints of pleading injustice. He was the man who dreamt of our future together, he would always say that he imagined me walking down the aisle wearing a perfect pictured smile with him waiting in the altar, our vows be express with tears running in our faces wiping a joy of love. I fell in love with those enchanting words of him but in reality those are just a snippet of a beautiful disaster that’s yet to happen and not just like any fairytale love story it does always end up in a happily ever after.
A several painful years to get over to the man of my dreams, years of hiding myself emotionally and surrounded with furnaced inhospitable people. I found my courage to ascent my drowning self and manage to untangled from an introvert-reserved person to the unleashed woman who fully enjoys resilience and gives meaning to the momentous episode of life. In fact I will be throwing a party for all the success I have covered, aside from a company that I’d manage to put up this is a celebration of the challenges I’d maneuver to overcome. Embellishing a glorious night is with the people who is silver and gold to my treasure box, people that made me a significant being in the midst of consciousness disaster. The visibility of my success may be seen around filling the crowd, I have witnesses the joyous laughter intertwining with the sweet taste of whiskey, a masterpiece can be made with the couple’s chatting and dancing to the euphony of music adding to the ambiance is the shining crystal lights and ornaments joined with the loud mumbling of sound. I was overflowed with happiness but to expect the unexpected my monumental night turns into an agony. I saw my ex walking towards me, the man who used to be life is now standing in front of me, for some, it could be the moment where everything surrounds you began to blur and everything just go in slow motion but the man I saw is not the man whom I laid my eyes into the man that showed tonight is the spiteful drunk and has a rusty behavior who probably lived a horrible life. I can’t deny the man whom I defined as an almost perfect partner is also an adamant immature and has the mouth of a misogynist. Everything that makes me fall in love just faded just maybe a shallow basis of his eyes that were used to be my doors to see his soul but now it was then completely shut.
Maybe those painful years is what I deserve. The party that was perfectly planned is ruined by a visitor in the past.
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