You know when you think life is perfect. You have all the right things in perfect proportions. Nothing less, nothing more. Just right. That was the rock in my life. For me that was perfectly fitted puzzle and the biggest piece of them being my man. He was my anchor, kept me from drifting. I thought why do you need to take care of your rock? It’s strong enough in itself.
Not long before it started turning to sand. It took me a while to realize but I was already late. I clenched my fist but the stronger my grip, the more it started to slip away. Just like sand does. Do you think relationships are but a reflection of mere everyday happenings?