It is not falling apart, and my heart is calm again. Hope has revived itself again and is ready to combat any doubt that may lift its ugly head. And yet, I only know that Mr D is on a path that he must walk on his own – I do not know what that path is, and why he must be on his own.
Nothing has changed. I know nothing new – the situation is still as strange as it was a couple of days ago. I just have a few new messages to go by.
Telling me that he promises he will be back with me soon.
Asking me to accept him this way for a while, and to hold on tight until then.
Assuring me that there is nothing to be worried about.
And telling me not to be heartbroken, because there is no reason.
I cried. I have his promise. Everything will be alright. I trust him from the depth of my soul, but my heart needed his reassuring touch.
What a unique kind of love this is. Crazy, head over heels and yet so natural and calm. As I have said, common sense tells me to turn and walk away. But my soul and heart are sure and can only go forward – there is no turning away. Optimism was right.