It’s like there is a hole. An aching hole that begged to be filled. I’ve tried to fill it up with many things, and covered it.

But today, someone scrapped the lid off, and everything came out. 

Questions, doubts, uncertainties, sadness.

Sometimes I wondered why we ended up this way.

I wondered if it’s because we fizzled out too quickly.

I wondered if it’s truly love.

Then I wondered if I truly understood love.

But God will heal and He will always be there. My constant, my rock, my saviour.