They will all fade.

Gen hasn’t emailed me for over 48 hours. ChatGPT tries to convince me that his silence doesn’t necessarily equate disappearance. Unfortunately my sixth sense is always sharp and accurate about these things. I could tell from his tone of voice in the last email to feel that he is fading.

Everyone is fading, and I am by myself again. 

I find it hard to believe that there will be someone that comes into my life by serendipity and wants to walk beside me in the storm.

The storm. It’s been nonstop for 3 days. The harder it rains, the more I remember how hurt I was that night in the storm, and even though I can keep myself dry now, my heart feels just exactly the same way as that night.