Two ghosts

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"We're not who we used to be,
We're not who we used to be
We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me,
Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat"

                  I was looking at the stars through my window yesterday and you just appeared in my mind out of nowhere. I mean I think about you always but sometimes there's a void in my head and you invaded that yesterday. I know it's been almost a week since we last saw each other. I mean how ironic is that right, we live right in front of each other but we still can't see each other. I see almost all of the people from our apartment building everyday but not you. I even see your mom and dad when they are going or returning from work but still no sign of you. I sometimes wonder what are we doing exactly. We hardly even see each other yet we are so hung up on each other. This thing no not thing, this-our feelings for each other we have no name for it and sometimes it gets me. Whenever I see you, you are either listening songs or talking to someone on your phone. You seem so relaxed and happy that it scares me, that maybe just maybe you've found someone who is better than me and must have figured out that you are better off without me.

         But then, that last time we saw each other I was talking with my friend and I guess you must have figured that it was a guy and the look on your face was of pure of shock cause whenever I'm with you I try to avoid any distraction (even though you're my biggest distraction). These are the times I think that I'm wrong.

        But again I think that you've forgotten many things. Like you probably don't even remember my birthday while I have yours scribbled on my heart. You don't remember it, I'm sure of it. My birthday- it was the last time we had something close to a conversation. I was returning home after buying some groceries for my mom when we saw each other. You asked me about my exams, my preparation and my health. You knew about my exams cause you were the one who gave me that little piece of chocolate when we met each other while I was leaving for the exams as it is good to have some sweet before the exams. But on my birthday you didn't wish me, I know you don't remember and it hurts.

          Well you came home last night to return some tools that your father had borrowed and we had just had dinner. It was my turn to do the dishes so I was in the kitchen while the rest of my family was in the living room watching the TV. I didn't see you but I just heard your voice and knew it was you. See you have this kind of effect on me. I've grown so accustomed to listening to your voice that I can tell it's you just by the way you breathe. I even know when you're coming by the mere sound of your footsteps. It's like an intuitive. My heart just somehow knows that it's you.

       And sometimes it feels like I don't even know you anymore. What you think, what you are gonna do its totally unpredictable. Yet we are still here, it feels as if only our bodies are present here but our souls they are somewhere past these materialistic things trying to find peace with each other. It's like  we're two ghosts standing in the place of you and me..........

         

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