Broken Doll

Perusing, I read the text on the page and don’t notice at first the bottom of the card.

Fate says goodbye. Or demands it. Two people reach for each other but the way is blocked. They cannot touch across goodbye.

And I wonder what Fate is trying to tell me, by bringing me to this image now.

I was on stronger footing this morning, but he un-invites me to his party and the rejection cracks the veneer. I had no other plans so I sit at home alone and isolated and loneliness crowds in.

I cry again. The wishes I had carefully boxed up and tucked away tumble out again. I want what I cannot have. I wish for a way that doesn’t exist.

Fate dictates goodbye. It is not my choice. It never is.

Goodbye.