Finished Crying and Waiting

I must have cried a river all through these years of waiting for him. Tears are meant to be cried out and I think, even if they are not, I must have cried them anyway- for all the little hope that I kept on wishing, the hurt, pain, disappointment, humiliation, frustration, predicament, torment, misery, madness, torture, the agonizing ache that lived with me and in me all the time I was waiting for him.

Now that the waiting is over, tears gone dry though I wanted to cry more and cry hard for feeling relieved, feeling thankful that finally, the waiting came to its end. Although I did not have him back and story did not turn out the way I was hoping, it ended better as it should be.

The once most important person in my life happened to be a soon stray stranger in my eyes. We loved once upon a time and to me, it is enough. It may be a bitter end but Someone up there knows what is best for us.