Brewing Sorrow

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8 / 29 / 2016
Journal entry #1

It's been two weeks since i saw you during our break up, it's been two months of wondering

"where it fell apart.."

I was playing my favorite computer game at a local gaming pub with an old friend, maybe He thought I was going home. But instead i went to your place.

I was so deflated by the fact that you weren't coming back

I went to the coffee shop where we started our story I still remember the shock on your face when you saw me.

And you,

you were just

"wow.."

There was a subtle sorrow that evening while entering the glass doors at midnight.

That same feeling you get when you get stood up by your date or when you visit your old pet's grave, That even the crisp aroma of the coffee being brewed couldn't aliviate,

and all I can say to myself was

"I wish we'd start over again"

Delete the messages, rewind the words.

You know remake our world to what it was supposed to be.

"Something that's not a universe apart."

Brushing my hair in place in the restroom looking at my face, the dark circles around my eyes were deeper with peaked cheek bones, as if i didnt feel bad enough I had a face to show it.

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