questo dolore non mi è ancora servito a niente

blanked - pt. 2

dear mr. & mrs.

your dear friend has had erased their past lover from their memory. please never mention their relationship to them again.

thank you.

you re-read the sentence filling the small piece of paper. it was probably the 100th time you've been reading it, but you didn't care. it was the only thing that you had left of me.

your friends received the note from the studio i went to, being the only people i wanted to inform about my operation.

as soon as you talked to them, you felt like something was going on. your friends couldn't keep it anymore; the poor sight of their dear friend torturing the two.

you weren't meant to see it – they said – but they had no choice.

now you were looking in every corner of the town, every place that reminded you of me, every place we'd been to.
every place that had sweet memories of the lovers with it.

after a whole week of searching, you gave up. you couldn't take it anymore. you couldn't live without me.

•

a year had passed, and you moved on. or you thought you did.

you were searching for a book in particular, one that your new lover was looking for, and you didn't realize you were in the same bookstore i used to work at.

you finally found the book and went to pay for it.

"it's 25 $."

but how could you forget that oh so sweet voice.

you instantly looked up to see the person that stole your heart years ago. the one that decided to erase you from their memory for no apparent reason.

the one whose mind in now blanked.
completely empty.
a void.
you weren't in it.

and you knew it.

you couldn't do nothing about it,
and you knew it.

there was no going back,
and you knew it.

i stood there, watching you as the first time, a bit impatient of getting my work done and having the book payed.

"I said- it's 25 $."

your mouth was agape. no words coming from it.

you found me still so beautiful. you still loved me.

but I didn't,
and you knew it.

but you also knew,
you can erase someone from your mind, getting them out of their heart is another story.

and how could I forget?