It's one of those nights that I look back and reflect on life and
we're we've arrived at and what we've become. You're in Paris now, it
brings back so many memories that city. Last year around this time I was
there but you were having your finals in Edinburgh. I remember me
spending my French nights calling you on Viber, gushing and giggling
like a little school girl. You were so nervous about potentially failing
an exam in front of the medical board.
I remember that
year I walked up to the Eiffel Tower and looked down upon the city. I
saw the sun set upon the beautiful French horizon and wished then that
you could see it with me. What a view it was. Fast forward a year later,
you're viewing that same horizon but without me now. I wonder, do I
cross your mind and haunt your thoughts with dreams of yesteryear?
I
saw your Jack'd profile of course. I always knew it was you despite
your lack of pictures. My gut feeling just led me to it and to you. You
don't spend nearly 300 days talking day in and out with someone without
their little quirks or habits registering with you. The subtleties of
their writing styles and little unsaid attitudes.
It's
interesting, I've spent all of May and the greater whole of June not
thinking of you. But like all dead people, we occasionally reminisce
about them. I hate you, I love you simultaneously. I reckon its a mental
illness I'll carry with me to the end of my days.
I
think after all my antics I've burned any hope of reconciliation by now.
We'd probably never talk again in the near future or ever. But these
dreams, these pictures and final moments. Everything from the sensual,
the emotional, the sexual, it will haunt us from now till the hereafter.
Like
that final menage-a-trois, or that final meal, or that final kiss. I
still feel it in my bones, and quiver from time to time.
I
hate to say it, but I'll always love you. Even when I hate you. And
even when you hate me. The Lord told me once to not fight hatred with
hate after all. That's the least I can do before I lost myself and you.

*hugs* been through it before and in one as well right now. Cant say I'm dealing with it well. All I can say, cherish it =)
ReplyDeleteI reckon if there was once something real and tangible it will always haunt us to some degree. The question would then be to what degree. Life goes one~ :3
DeleteSo much like what I am going through now, but you have managed to articulate it better haha :)
ReplyDeleteHaha glad you liked it, nice blog yourself btw. Similar enough experiences there hah. :)
Deletewhy oh why?? :-/
ReplyDeleteGood question, I ask myself that all the time. :/
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