You may have never noticed this but, not too long ago, I decided to run away from everything, too. I am a closet-escapist, I know, and sometimes, I wonder what could have happened if I had stayed on. But, I chose to love myself a bit more and run - much like how you liked to do things. I did not regret doing so.
But, your memory lingers on. There are days when I still recall what had happened in the few magical days and nights that we were connected. Sadly, there would be days, much like today, when I would find myself lost amidst the confusion that this world brings - these would be the days when I look for you and you're not around. I would then find myself blocking off my memories of you with another layer of reality - with the hope that this extra layer would be strong enough to buy me a few more days of courage. But, that's just all there is to it - another layer of self-denial and a few more days of not thinking about you.
I am tired of running away. I am ready to end this.

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