I'm Sad Till I Die...

Dear Readers,

There was a time when Daniel believed love could conquer everything. He was an optimist, always the one with a smile, the one who would bring warmth to any room he entered. Then he met Emily, a woman whose laughter was like music, whose eyes shone with a kindness he hadn’t known he was searching for. Their love was passionate, full of small gestures and whispered promises. He thought it would last forever.

They built a life together, or at least, he thought they did. Every morning started with her smile, and every night ended with her soft, comforting presence beside him. They would talk about everything—the future, dreams, even the little things that seemed insignificant to others. Daniel found joy in their shared silence, in the way they didn’t need words to understand each other.

But as the years went by, things started to change. The smiles were there, but they were forced. The laughter had faded, replaced by quiet sighs and looks that seemed distant. Emily stopped talking about the future, and Daniel noticed the way she hesitated when he reached out to hold her hand. He tried to ignore it, convinced it was just a rough patch, and that they would work through it like they always did.

One evening, after dinner, Emily sat him down. Her eyes were tired, but there was a resolve in them that made Daniel’s heart sink. “I can’t do this anymore,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been lying to myself, and to you. I’m not happy, Daniel. I don’t think I’ve been happy for a long time.”

Daniel felt his world crumble. “What do you mean?” he asked, his voice shaking. “We can fix this, we can talk—”

But Emily shook her head. “No, Daniel. I’ve tried. I’ve tried so hard, but the more I try, the more I realize I’m not where I’m supposed to be.” She paused, looking away. “I’ve met someone else.”

It felt like a knife had been plunged into his chest. The words echoed in his mind, each one a new wound, a new ache. He wanted to scream, to beg, to ask her why she couldn’t love him enough to stay, but the words were stuck in his throat. “I thought we had forever,” he managed to say, his voice barely audible.

“I’m sorry,” she said, and he could see the tears in her eyes, but it didn’t matter. Sorry wasn’t going to fix the cracks that had spread through his heart. Sorry wasn’t going to bring back the life they had built, the dreams they had shared.

The next few weeks were a blur. Emily moved out, and Daniel was left alone in the house that was once filled with so much love. Every corner was a reminder of her, every room echoed with memories of her smile, her laughter. He could barely sleep, and when he did, he would wake up reaching for her, only to find the cold, empty space beside him.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. People told him to move on, to find someone else, but Daniel couldn’t. He couldn’t because every time he closed his eyes, he saw her. Every time he heard a song they used to love, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He found himself going through old photos, reading old messages as if by some miracle, he could find a way back to her.

He knew she was happy with someone else now, that she had moved on, and that knowledge tore him apart. She was happy, and he was stuck, unable to let go, unable to move forward. “I’m gonna be sad till I die,” he would tell himself, sitting alone in the dark, a bottle in his hand. It wasn’t just a feeling; it was a certainty. A truth he had accepted, even if no one else could understand it.

He would walk through the park where they used to sit, watch the couples passing by, and feel a pang of envy. He would go to the café where they used to spend lazy Sunday mornings, knowing she would never walk through the door again.

One night, as he sat by the window, watching the rain pour down, he allowed himself to think about what it meant to live the rest of his life without her. “I’m gonna be sad till I die,” he whispered to himself, and for the first time, he allowed himself to cry.

The tears came, slowly at first, then in waves, as if all the pain he had kept bottled up was finally breaking free. He cried for the love he had lost, for the future they would never have, and for the man he had become—someone he didn’t recognize anymore. And when the tears finally stopped, he realized there was nothing left. Just an emptiness, a hollow ache that would never truly go away.

The next morning, he got up, put on his coat, and went about his day. He was still sad, and he knew he always would be. So he went to a famous bridge, the one they used to visit together, where they would sit and talk for hours, overlooking the river. But he knew that he had loved with everything, even if it wasn’t enough. Although he knew about the infidelity, he had kept quiet, thinking love could conquer it all. And maybe, just maybe, that was something worth holding on to, even if it meant getting hurt.

So finally, with all his heart and soul, he climbed the barricade, feeling the cold wind whip around him, the city lights flickering in the distance. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and whispered, “I love you.” And then he jumped, letting the darkness embrace him one last time.

Moral

The story of Daniel is a haunting reminder of how love, when unbalanced, can lead to devastating consequences. It teaches us that while love is powerful, it cannot survive on hope alone; it requires honesty, communication, and mutual effort. Holding onto a love that is no longer reciprocated can lead to self-destruction, and sometimes, the hardest thing to do is to let go for the sake of self-preservation. We must learn to prioritize our well-being and recognize when it’s time to walk away, even if it breaks our hearts.

God Save Us All...

Thank You 

Jacob M