Today…almost 6 months after the explosion that shook my entire life…i sit to sift the debris that it left (see this)

….trying to analyse what went wrong…why did all my dreams suddenly turn into nightmares…why did all those sweet memories suddenly meta-morphosize into painful thoughts….

and all I see is my fault.

Had I given her a little more time than I did…..

Had I taken off a week and gone to visit her, spend some time with her and give her some confidence…

But am I the only culprit who triggered this? Couldn’t she have trusted me? Why did the trust end…and took our lives down with it?

I seem to have absolutely no idea….though taking more blame for this seems to be making me feel better…

somehow its so comforting to know that you were wrong..and not the one you loved! She was right, and maybe she still is…..

i’ll retain this debris though…who knows when i’d have to go through it again….some day!!!

who knows, at least not me!!