We were over long ago. I am no longer tied to you, and you to me. But the memories of us keeps pulling me closer, back to the time when we once were.
Like the moon, pushing and pulling the tides, the memories of us keeps me from moving on. It brings me back to yesterday, when you hold me in your arms as if nothing in the world can make you let go. Until I saw you ebbing away from me, flowing out of my reach.
Sometimes, I wonder if it happens to you too. If the memories of our past haunts you like how it haunts me. I wonder if it occurred to you too, to wake up in the middle of the night, missing the warmth that was once present, but now, is absent.
-Memories of Us
