Wrong Person, Write Love.

Prose 003

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"The sad thing is, including someone in your poetry won't make him yours."
- Aries

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April 14, 2020,

"I did my best to move on. I've busied myself with watching movies, playing games, reading books, and even crafting my own stories. I slept a lot more than I usually do, and listened to good music most of the time.

I guess I succeeded, somehow.

I don't find myself re-reading your messages anymore. I no longer reminisce about the moments we shared together; those moments that in retrospect, have always been the ones I would choose to have over and over again. I no longer feel the pain whenever I think of you, because I no longer do.

I believed I was okay, you know?

But whenever I wake up in the middle of the night, clutching my chest hoping that it might stop the pain I thought were totally gone, I can't stop wishing that things would just go back to the way we had it before when we 'almost' had our happy ending – just like tonight.

You've visited my dreams again. It's funny, but maybe that's what you'll always be to me.

A dream.

Just a dream."

- Aries