Such a morbid, sorry phrase: "Back to square one."
It isn't too hard to understand... you climbed great heights, jumped with eyes shut and just let it happen. You experienced the thrill, the emotions and you LIVED.
But before you could see what happens next, if the sleeping beauty really wakes up with her true love's first kiss, that rude man up above spilled black ink over your pretty picture.
They say there are stages of dealing with something you really don't want. Denial... Anger... and after a lot of frown-worthy terms... Acceptance. That's when all that steam has been let out and you wonder what to do now.
So you don't have all that you wanted to at this moment. But you do have that yellow flower you picked when you were walking that hilly path, the seashells from the beach where you found yourself again, that smudged sketch of the pretty cottage where you spent a weekend and a heartful of memories that you will cherish for years.
Look at photos of old times. Remember how you were making fun of a friend when another took this snap? And that one, the windy day when you sat on the roof and just thought?
That's when you know the point of square one. It's a tiny patch of land you call your own, where you sit in the setting sunlight when all has been said and done. Sit with a cushion and upset your bag full of memories. Sip your coffee and smile to yourself.
Maybe Square One isn't such a bad thing after all.