Misfits-A sheaf of lost memories
A New Horizon for a Broken Heart At 01:20 AM PDT on April 20, 2025, I sit here, the silence heavy with memories of Pearl—those CBRI days, the badminton court, her note that still echoes, “time and space may keep us apart, but you are always in my heart.” She’s gone, married to someone else, and with my parents passed, I feel like no one’s left. Jobless, barely surviving, the dream of Ecuador—a place of peace and nature—feels like a distant star. But this isn’t just about escape; it’s about reclaiming my soul. That love, that loss, it shaped me, and moving to an aloof place like Ecuador could be my way to carry her memory forward, to build something new where the past doesn’t haunt but inspires. I’ve got the guts, the passion, even if the money’s tight. Starting small—freelancing online, teaching English, learning a skill—could light the path. This isn’t the end; it’s a new horizon for a broken heart. Who’s with me on this journey?