There was this man who hurt me sooo much. He made me believe that love is existent. He made me believe that I can be loved and that I can love. Alas! The irony. It hurts a lot that I decided to totally dump every memory that I have about him - things, people, places, events. I thought I had moved on. But i haven't.
I tried to straighten out things with some people whom I have learned to love. But now, upon seeing his happy face, I thought that I should forget about it. Leave it as it is. The ties have been broken, the knots have been loosen. There are no more attachments, no more commitment, nothing, but him and me, without the slash but with the space, no more or. But the songs are still playing, the lyrics are not only sung but recited, the melody still raw and blowing in the wind, tingling my skin. The poems are still being recited, the words being spoken, sweet, caressing, assuring, tempting. A nice experience indeed. Indeed, a nice experience.
That's why I am still holding on to the past, hopeful. Still following from a distance. Hiding behind the shadows, grieving for the loss, but still hoping for hope.
I tried to straighten out things with some people whom I have learned to love. But now, upon seeing his happy face, I thought that I should forget about it. Leave it as it is. The ties have been broken, the knots have been loosen. There are no more attachments, no more commitment, nothing, but him and me, without the slash but with the space, no more or. But the songs are still playing, the lyrics are not only sung but recited, the melody still raw and blowing in the wind, tingling my skin. The poems are still being recited, the words being spoken, sweet, caressing, assuring, tempting. A nice experience indeed. Indeed, a nice experience.
That's why I am still holding on to the past, hopeful. Still following from a distance. Hiding behind the shadows, grieving for the loss, but still hoping for hope.
