Stem the Tide




I just left you at the diner.

It's over. 

God knows we tried. We built a life together because we thought we were invincible. But somewhere along the way, the cracks started to appear. Tiny at first, almost imperceptible. Then they widened, creeping into every corner of our lives until the laughter felt forced and the promises rang hollow.

We talked and we tried to glue ourselves back together. But the damage was done. The trust had eroded.

Sitting across from you today, watching the rain blur the diner windows. It wasn't just the grand dreams we embroidered together—the ones that shimmered with promise—that are slipping through my fingers. It's the loss of the small, everyday moments. And, perhaps most devastating of all, it's the loss of you. The man I fell in love with, the man I thought I knew so intimately. This hollow feeling is more than just sadness. It's a mourning for what we had and everything we'll never be.

You said you were sorry. I said I was sorry too. But the words felt empty as a futile attempt to stem the tide.

Now I'm walking home. The rain is soaking me to the bone, but it doesn't compare to the cold that's settled in my heart. I don't know what the future holds, but I know one thing for sure: this is the end of our story.

I try to remember the good times. Holding onto those memories like a lifeline, hoping they'll keep me afloat.

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