You see, everyone tells me it is for the better. That I didn't have that one last moment. Otherwise it wouldn't have been easy to make the memories fade away. Or the feelings. Tonight, their words find their way back to me as I speed on, the noise of the music dangerously above my thoughts.
They say, "You will get over him. And you will forget him. Do you remember what your first kiss with him was like? Do you remember the first few words he said to you? Do you even remember the colour of his eyes? No? See, you're already doing better than ever..."
But what they don't know is that oblivescence doesn't come easy. Memories don't just go away with time. They only get fainter. Turns out they are always there at the back of my head whether I like it or not. For instance, his smell on my sweater that I'm wearing after months tonight? That hasn't gone away. The sound of his laughter? It still keeps ringing in my mind again and again and yet again. And what about when his favourite song suddenly plays on the radio as I'm speeding across the same highway, at this very moment? I can't escape the nostalgia now, can I? And slowly, it all comes back.
"Don't leave," his voice speaks in my mind. "Stay. Stay for a little longer."
I try.
I try so hard.
But I'm glad I don't.
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In Time
Random⏮⏸▶️⏭ Love. Loss. Healing. Nothing but bittersweet moments. Threaded across the memory of time - the past as I knew it, the present as I see it, and the future that is yet to come - this hauntingly honest yet beautiful prose will send you to past th...
