Mistakes and miscommunication: can fate finally mend broken bonds?

My heart ached with heaviness; it weighed a thousand pounds. I felt like there was an albatross around my neck. I’d unlocked all the boxes, and like water from an opened floodgate, the pain of the memories crashed over me. I cried harder than I had in years, sobbing to the point where I was gulping air, unable to breathe. Why did my life have to be so hard? Why couldn’t I seem to catch one single break? Standing there on the beach, drowning in my own sadness, I prayed for a life raft, but I knew no one would throw one my way.

The feelings had to stop. One by one, I placed each memory neatly inside the box in my mind and closed the lid. I visualized it happening, and began to calm down. A person could only feel so much. If I didn’t stop now, it would be too late. It was time to move on. I wiped my eyes and steadied my ragged breathing, pushing it all back down, deep inside of me where the pain lived. It was the only way.