Anguish

Painful words from the ones I cherish struck me hard again and again. Even as reverberating shocks still resonate within my already empty heart, a series of unrelenting though unintentional words continues to assault me. Just as much as I hope for my desirable outcome, it would never come to be if it goes against the wishes of  others. Human relations have always been in my opinion the most unpredictable and uncontrollable aspect of life. Now, should I salvage whatever remaining debris from a collapsed foundation knowing very well it would never form the perfect piece of architecture I pictured, or should I take to my heels and flee from her life. To flee from my problems and to spare myself from witnessing the construction of a beautiful infrastructure of my own desire, but in this case, not from my own hands.