Things are going phenomenally well. Travel has lifted and he is clearing away all the work obligations which had piled up. Between the flashy lights, filming, interviews and traveling, there were zero to none pockets of calm.
But during those very rare moments of quiet then those thoughts come creeping in.
How are you doing?
Are you living well?
Do you still think of us?
Do you read back what we wrote daily?
Did you delete us away?
How did two years disappear in a week?
Was there anything that was even real?
Was there ever an us?
Was I only fooling myself?
Do I even know you?
I thought I did but did I?
It's when he thought it doesn't affect him anymore, he knows that it is a lie. It is a thorn under the skin surface which refuses to leave. The unseen cut hurts more than the visible one. If one is bleeding, they can cry and whine about it. In a hidden relationship where no one knew it existed, the grieving is silent under the calm facade.
Perhaps he needs a little longer to move on. A day, two weeks, three months, four years, or perhaps decades.
How do one forget someone so fast?
How did he do it?
He couldn't help his bitter thoughts at times. He is no angel after all but he is also not an avenging angel in this situation.
Time, perhaps a little more time and he will move on.
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