There are days in life when you feel you are on an emotional rollercoaster.
Sparkling high hopes, as you glide toward the clouds slowly, the cart clicking as it cross rail after rail, the world slowing down as the sky get closer and you see less and less coaster until there’s nothing but sky. But then the cart crests the hill and you start hurtling downwards and see nothing but the dark blur of the tracks in front of you. The roar of the wind in your ears. You’re conscious of all the other riders on the way up, but you’re alone on the hurtling way down.
I got an email that sent my coaster speeding downwards today. I am so sad. I think someone left whom I had just started to know. A dear person, who made me dream.