I still remember all of it. The moment I knew I liked him, the moment I knew I loved him and the moment it all fell apart but now it feels like a dream, like I'm seeing it in a blurred light. And I'm afraid because the very moments I remembered vividly seem to fade at the edges like a worn out photograph. I'm scared that after a while when I won't see his face for months I'll slowly forget how he looked like, I'll forget what it feels like to be loved by him but maybe that's a good thing. Maybe if I forget his touch, I won't crave for it anymore. If I forget his smile my heart won't ache for it anymore. And as the last traces of his memory would leave my mind, I would feel free of his grasp around my heart. But I don't forget it, it might fade, it might feel like a long lost dream but I could never have forgotten the way being with him made my heart bloom. It'll always be a part of me and I'm happy to have it as a part of me. It makes me certain that even if I lost the a great love like that, it will come back because it exists in the world. It exists because people are capable of loving a stranger just like I love mine. And if I can do it, anybody can because I'm just an ordinary person I don't have any extraordinary skills or talents, I'm just me.
Maybe that's the most powerful thing in itself.
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Dusk Till Dawn
RomanceI am wide awake. At 3 am, and all I can think about is him, turned to his left, left cheek squished onto his pillow, eyes shut, not tight shut but gently shut. Him breathing quietly and a soft light from the window falling upon his face. Sleeping. A...
