Recovery

1:24 AM

1:24 am is a time to be lonely. A time to be so alone that you wonder to yourself if you'll ever lie with someone at this hour of the night. It's a time you remember the boy that extinguished your fire, but you forget that part because all you can think about right now is the color of his grey hazel eyes. You remember all the times you made him laugh and how that fire in your stomach jump up and suffocate the air from your lungs. at 1:24 am all you can tell yourself is that it must be true that humans are all made up of the people they share their lives with. We're all a sum of each other in different ways, minuscule tiny ways that all add up to one human being. You know that must be true because at night a part of you that resembles him so much won't let you sleep. That part of you seems to grow with every dream you try to curse away in the morning because you dream of him. That part of you seems to weigh down your insides when you see him walking with her. That part of you won't leave you alone when your thoughts drift to familiar terrain, him. That part of you is his and you'll never get it back. it is 1:24 am that you know you were in too deep, you made this into something more meaningful than the truth because the truth is harsh and maybe if you fantasize about him long enough, it'll happen. But then again your insides grow dense from the memory instilled in your mind of him with her. And your fire, is again burnt out.