A failed painter

Two months have withered away since I let him go. Saying goodbye has been death by thousand cuts and the memories of him keeps me tossing and turning in bed until sunrise breaks free from dusk.

My wounds hurt subtle now, but it aches every time the flashbacks slide in commemorating how empty and hollow my heart feels because I miss him.

My love for him is not unrequited as I thought it was reciprocal all along. The knowledge of his love for me makes my heart hurt less sometimes than it use to when I thought he didn't love me.

I have been coping by losing myself in work and taking unnecessary business trips when I can just fly my investors and business partners over for business negotiations but I choose to fly out of the country just to keep a safe distance from Brad.

It's been tough trying hard not to see him. With Kayden in the equation seeing him is unavoidable.

We came clean and told Kayden we faked our engagement to make Lady Blanca happy.