"They say loving is complicated, but I never thought that it would be this hard. Loving you is painful Jacob..."
That's probably one of the things she said that I remembered. Yeah, I know loving me is hard. I can't even love myself—so it's not really puzzling for me if people told me that. I know it already. I am fully aware.
I've always felt like I suck out my own life out of me. I'm not making sense am I? But I feel like I am my own dementor.
Maybe the reason why I look back at such painful memories is because they're my ultimate source of happiness.
I need those memories to produce my patronus charm.
I'm sorry for all the Harry Potter references, I'm currently reading the third book for the 4th time at my favorite café here in Ontario. I'm such a Potterhead. I have always been fond of a lot of mysterious and magical stuff.
"Can I take your order sir?"
"One Caramel Macchiato"
"Anything else?"
"That's all"
"I've already reserved your favorite spot"
"Oh—that's sweet...Thank you!"
"No biggie~"
I want to get lost in fantasy because it's always better than the reality I'm in. As I look at my painful memory, I can't help but smile because I can recall every inch of happiness I felt that time. And as much as I want to go back, I can't because I don't want to make someone miserable because of me. I have done enough damage.
"Here's your order"
"Thanks!"
***phone rings***
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