Velvet Verbosity's 100 Word Challenge - FORGETTING
I'm tired. Physically, I'm tired. But more, I'm tired of what I've become. I look around the tiny apartment, its lack of soul underscored by the smells and sounds drifting up from the busy Bangkok street below. Nothing in the apartment is mine. Nothing in the apartment is me. Shattered, I slump on the bed. Again, I reach into my pocket and pull out the crumpled photograph: the two of us with our girls on the beach, only six months before I left them.
Accepting what my life has become is not easy. Forgetting what it once was is impossible.