Since the day I discovered the nothingness I find in the pieces of memories he left, here I am once again for the nth consecutive time convincing everyone how true my findings were. I guess there's a part of me that still finds it unbelievable somehow. What once consumed me every minute of the week, holds no relevance to me now. Yes, it was a death. An untimely one at that. And the fact I have always deemed it as something so pure, so true and innocent makes it all the more tragic. But, really. Isn't it sad when a good part of someone dies? And there's nothing you can do other than let it be.
What's more unbelievable is this capability of humans to forget. In time, we are able to wash out from that special place in us those things we ever treasured about someone. I'm making it sound easy, so let me just add: It isn't. Anyway, isn't it funny? Would that make all that's been shared, all that's been given, and all that's been sacrificed, lies? Why does the world even allow that to happen - that even after getting to the point of being truly close with someone, the world would still allow you to turn back into strangers?
Now that I can't seem to pull out any sort of feeling from what was left of you, I can't help but wonder how... How did I ever get so fond of you?
You look horribly unattractive.
That's just me questioning how I was physically attracted to someone like you. But I know better. I know better than anyone else who ever questioned the same. You captured me with a simple message. What sort of being could possibly do that? Spending time with you was so enjoyable and fulfilling. I was drawn in by whatever you threw at me, happiness or sadness it may be.
Wow. I'm sorry I forgot about you. Even when I assured myself I wouldn't.
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