When Did It Go Wrong?

The Final Chapter: When Did it Go Wrong?

With her, I feel safe and secure, knowing that she is always by my side. She is my protector, my confidante, and my support system. And most importantly, she has shown me that I am worthy of love and happiness.

As I pour my heart out onto these pages, I can't help but feel a surge of emotions within me. The memories of Jasmine still linger, but they no longer have the power to

consume me. I have learned to let go and embrace the present, cherish the moments that I have with my new love, and look forward to the future with hope and optimism.

This journey has not been easy, and there are still moments when I question my past and my choices. But I know that I am not alone, and I have someone who loves me unconditionally, someone who will stand by me through thick and thin.

In the end, it is not about forgetting Jasmine or erasing her memories. It is about honouring her legacy by living my life to the fullest, by loving with all my heart, and by never giving up on happiness.

As I sit here, pouring over the pages of my journal, I am transported back to a time of pain and confusion. Each

word on these pages is a testament to the struggles that have shaped me, to the questions that have kept me up at night.

My heart aches as I read on, each memory a reminder of the battles I have fought, the wounds that refuse to heal. Was it the simple greeting I had extended to Jasmine, all those years ago, that had set me on this path? Or was it the constant criticism and belittlement from my family that had chipped away at my self-esteem? Maybe it had started with the bittersweet end of high school, the start of a new chapter that I was woefully unprepared for.

I am lost in thought, grappling with the whys and hows of my struggles, when a tear slips down my cheek. But I refuse to give up. I pick up my pen and scrawl out my

thoughts, my emotions raw and unfiltered. Confronting my innermost demons is not easy, but I know it is necessary.

As I sit here, pen in hand, I feel a sense of calm wash over me. The weight that I have carried for so long feels lighter as if the burden that once consumed me is slowly dissipating. With each stroke of the pen, I pour out my innermost thoughts and emotions, baring my soul on the pages before me.

This journal has become my sanctuary, a place where I can be completely vulnerable and raw. As I write, I am transported back to moments of pain and trauma, but also moments of joy and love. This captures the essence of my ongoing journey towards healing as if my story is still unfolding before my eyes.

Through the tears and the laughter, I have come to realize that this journal is more than just a collection of memories. It is a testament to my strength and resilience, a record of my journey towards self-discovery and inner peace.

As I look back on the pages I have filled, I am struck by the enormity of what I have accomplished. This journal is a reflection of my growth, my triumphs and my setbacks, and every word written is a testament to my unwavering determination to find the answers I so desperately seek.

And so, as I close this book for the final time, I feel a sense of closure wash over me. I know that my journey is far from over, but I also know that I have come so far. With this journal as my guide, I am ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead with renewed strength and clarity.

" When did it go wrong?"

What do you mean?" I ask, still trying to shake off the remnants of a dream.

A voice responds with a cryptic tone, "You know exactly what I mean. But the question is, what are you going to do about it?"

And with that, I'm left with more questions than answers, wondering what the future holds and how I can make things right. The only thing I know for sure is that my story is far from over.