The landlord knocked on my door and gave me an ultimatum.
“You must pay your rent or else….!”
Confused, I thought of how many months I failed to settle my obligation. Six months! How could I forget to pay my monthly dues?
I called up my boyfriend to tell him about what happened. He said that he couldn’t come to comfort me. Busy, as usual. Amazingly, I did not make a big deal out of it.
“It’s okay, I can handle this,” then, I hang up.
While I was alone in the room, I realized that I left that place six years ago so how could my landlord ask me to pay for something that I discontinued to consume? I looked around and saw that I was sitting on our conjugal bed.
Then, I woke up. It was just a dream. Not exactly a bad dream but the type of dream that makes you nostalgic about certain events in your life. I examined myself if the dream hurt me or affected me. No, not at all. It was not the most pleasant of dreams for somebody who would like to live in the present but it was an eye-opener that I am now fully healed of the past.
I cried a river when the relationship did not work out and now I am crying tears of joy whenever I see my kids so cute and happy. I lost a lover but God provided me with a kind husband, somebody that I intend to be with for the rest of my life.
People come and go to our lives. Be thankful for the beautiful memories and the lessons learned. Life doesn’t have to stop from one painful experience. You’ll never know what you will be missing until you get in there. Stay happy!