I'm still thinking about "it". After three months of summer vacation, I thought I could like "terminate" "it" from my mind. To never give "it" another fleeting thought. A bad memory lost and forgotten. But the thing is is that nothing, no matter how hard you try, never dies. And it hurts so much to think about "it". The memories we shared, conversations we had, laughs we coveted, and secret smiles we sometimes passed. Everytime I think about it, I cringe, flinch, grimace. Why? Because "it" crushed my feelings, probably unintentionally, but all the same, I was hurt. Now, I'm stuck wondering if everything I've ventured and endured was worth it. I guess I'll never know. I'm better off on my own.
Dare to exchange brains with me?
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