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Way Back When

 "Man cannot learn to forget, but hangs on the past; however far or fast he runs, that chain runs with him" - Friedrich Nietzsche

We all have chains in our lives, some of which seem to have parted with us, some others attach themselves to us, seemingly never wanting to break free.

We had fun. All the jokes that inadvertently we came across, makes my days so brightened up. We were so carefree, frolicking around foolishly, in the midst of all the gravity of the examinations. We talked, at great length, to no certain avail. We let nothing ruin our delight.

We never had that much to do

So we just lay around in someone's house

Someday I'll have it all again

Just like way back when

The memories of mine with your presence are countless. I remember our numerous trysts, secretly planning on trifling activities: how to avoid being seen, how to covertly peek at the attractive girls from upper class, when and where to meet up. I remember our rendezvous at a friend's house. We discarded all the thoughts about any serious contemplation. We could have just slept, or lied down on the white sofas, played monopoly, stalked some scholar and local personages, unconscious of the flow of time, relinquishing the most precious resource of man and simply heading back to our home when the time had elapsed, with a burning desire for another tryst. Those moments were so worth the time spent on, although it never had a meaning.

Back then we'd sleep until the afternoon

Then we'd just get up and go outside

Open a window, let the breeze blow in

Forget everything  

Standing contiguous to all those memories, I wish it had never ceased. Those flashbacks that I am currently looking, I can tell, is what I derive most joy from. I cannot quickly pick up Literature lessons, or Physics knowledge, but when it comes to our personal memories, I never forget one. Though the messages can be removed, the memories engraved on my heart are indelible.

Only when the love has gone can one see the most value of it. Our fun has gone by, and without fail, I am left here, deprived of pachiarchal love, constantly reminiscing of the days, most of which are those will be the days that I'd be missing. The days that I will forever look back on as my most beautiful time, even when I'm old and when I'm grey and when I stop working. When we have become adults, busy with work, inundated with papers, all days are done, I will still cling to the past, to the time we were just having fun.

Nothing should have been our interference, even when we seemingly divert, we still need to press on, congratulate the presence of the other. We are brothers, and the brethren are never to be interfered. Sympathy should have been present. So is forgiveness.

I committed some serious crimes, to have shared the confidential matter, and to have set the priorities wrong. However, you should have been there to correct me, not to throw in the sponge and declare a silent war. You should have learned to placate with other sides, so I could feel less torn apart by all the people that I love.

Well we'd go drinking in the afternoon

Lie out on the grass and fall asleep

Oh will I ever see that girl again?

The girl from way back when  

I question us to see if we can hold on. We can definitely do so. We can surely continue to live our days together, continue to arrange meetings secretly, to afford the wild goose chase. It is unbelievable if you still need complete break-up, because that is greedier than any version of you I have ever known. As aforementioned, forgiveness is needed. You can choose to forgive, so we can be us again. We all have our girl, a girl from way back when,  a person to closely follow up with. Seemingly you have not accepted her presence, in a way that have hurt me to my bone.

We wield the power to do more. Holding it in your hand, have you ever felt how this is never enough between us, that there were, is, and to be something between us? We've never strayed too far, but we have gone a long enough way to appreciate the other's existence. Excuse my slight fallacies, but I believe the faults are in your hand if you do not learn to share the love.