Your memories are like that catchy ad song people hate - stuck in the back of my head and randomly popping up even though I'm desperately trying to throw it away.
I try so hard to ignore you and your existence. I don't reply to your messages, don't try to 'slide into your DMs by replying to your story', seeing all those memes we used to laugh on but never actually sending them to you, always trying to have the last words if by chance we do end up talking. I make sure I'm following the rules I have made for myself, make sure that there is-
No getting attached.
No texting back.
If at all end up texting, no need to take it any far.
No checking out your social media profiles.
No posting stories just to get a reaction out of you.
No sending snaps and then waiting for a reply.
No waiting at all.
No thinking about you.
No telling you how much I miss you.
No thinking about how much I miss you.
No reliving of old memories and moments.
No loving you anymore.
With so many rules of not thinking about you, rules of not getting attached again, rules of not caring, you'd think I would have learned. After all, my life is much better when I don't care about yours but it is a force of habit, to care about you. Even while telling myself not to care I end up caring about you, breaking most of my rules. It's not that I cannot live without you, I can. I have been all this time, before and after I met you.
You were nothing more than a 3-minute song in my 3-hour movie of life. Yet somehow, those 3 minutes made the 3 hours more meaningful.
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Letters, Poetry and Life.
ŞiirA bunch of unsent letters, A bunch of forgotten poetry and lots of random thoughts just waiting to be penned down- finally spilt when fiction met reality.
