LIVING separately only to be reunited with the knowledge of how much each means to the other....Nice one sis!!
Metaphores never fail to enthrall me... It sends chill to every fibres in my body...even to the places I don't know I have inside me. It's weird, how words can affect us. However, there are certain things that we just can't express in words. I don't know, perhaps it's just me.
Anyhow, I went to his birthday today. I did well. I did not backslide. I did not do or say anything I might regret in the future. Finally, it's over. I am free.
How? Believe it or not, I'm as clueless as you are. I just know it's over. It's not that I don't love him anymore...I still do...but it's different.
"Terrifed to forget, forbidden to remember" That's how it WAS...
What's left between us can never be erased. Somehow I'm relieved. I've just realized that ...I want the leftovers - but nothing more. I wanted him to remember me because he was the one who taught me how to love...When love seemed impossible for someone like me. He is, so far, the only proof of my humanity. Before I met him, I was an outcast. I was a person without love - I was a nobody.
When this chapter of my life threatened to erase itself, I felt uneasy, I tried to imprison it, holding it captive; but the more I clutched at it, the harder it strived to escape.
I haven't forgotten him..be it. I was pathetic..be it. Regret? Not really..
"Cherish the feeling while it lasts, and let it goes on with time..."I finally understand. I cannot predict what will happen next but currently, I can ask for nothing more. I will live my life n be alright...I will hang on to life until I meet my "other hand" - Just like Winny and Jeff, Edward and Bella, Romeo and Juliet, n yada yada yada...- where are you, Mr. Limb?
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