By Lyra Goga
There is someone new around. He is funny. I’ve been laughing for some time now. The wound may heal quicker this way. Another joke. This one is hilarious. I have to move on. I must! This conversation is lighter compared to the ones we had. Oh, he made another joke! I laugh again. I have forgotten about you. My heart is slowly recovering. Yet another joke! I’m laughing. Laughing. Laughing. Our story belongs only to the past. The new one makes another joke. Who am I kidding? More laughter. Wait, why the tears?
“I write so I heal my heart. And yours.” – the author