Putting what I am saying into context, the bomb is a person (female). Well, a bomb isn't a nice word, I was quite tired last night and that was the best metaphor I could think of... Let's say it was a rose with thorns... I am a person trying to handle that rose and reduce it's barbs to an extent where I can admire it for a lifetime. I hope I made the context clear with this analogy...
So today, I decided to truly see whether I had a chance at reducing the barbs. I had a rough idea of what to expect (The barbs is not reducible, at least not for me or by me...)
The result? As I expected (I guess...): Taking good old Julius Caesar's famous words "I came, I saw, I conquered" and changing it to suit my situation: "I came, I saw, I suffered".
As I walked away, I looked at the skies and felt a very deep sadness. A kind of sadness indescribable by words. Yet in another part of me, I confirmed what I have long felt and is kind of glad things are the way they became because no one lied to each other and did not prolong the situation which could have made it even more saddening... Thinking of things rationally, there really wasn't much of a future... Like the rose said once, we are two worlds apart. Haha, funny how fate is isn't it :)
As I walked, I saw a number of beauties yet rather than admiring them like usual (:P), I felt funny... I felt that they were so ordinary, so ... stupid and boring compared to the rose with thorns I knew. I am guessing this is how you feel at the end of a situation like this.
To Rose: So I say goodbye to you, a special place in my heart you'll always remain... There was never of a future and it is better this way. Best of wish to you and I am sure you'll find the one you need to grant you eternal happiness.
Goodbye and good luck!