You are a puzzle that I can't decipher, but my memories of you could never be altered.
It is a bit unfair, that our memories stayed but you didn't, even before the official story of us started.
On the other hand, a guy that fills my memories with a bliss put my mind also into chaos.
I thought you will be the one that will fill the void in my heart, and fix the remnants of myself and put it back together. Maybe you did once, just like how you fixed the rubicks cube in your hands but sadly, it doesn't work that way as little by little my emotional and mental health get worse, and day by day in all our bittersweet moments, I am slowly forgetting the sweet ones. Thus, breaking my heart into tiny shreds of pieces. Until I cannot find any traces of it anymore.
Leaving me perplexed, stuck in those bitterness and pain. Drowning myself with negativity asking myself why does it have to be like this.
How could I mend my heart with these aching memories?by focusing on the former one?
The memories lasted, but here's the thing.We could never turn back the time, even when we both want to, but it shouldn't be and it wouldn't be.
I met him in spring, but just like any blossoming trees and plants it withers as soon as its time came to an end. But how come that the plants died too? its is because of the fear that maybe it will not bloom into a flower and as a result it did not grow because the person doesn't see quite the significance of it and neither watering it nor tending it leaving it exposing to the sunshine .
Sunshine, how does a seed sprout? it is because of the sunshine isn't it? it may grow or maybe not without water and all the source of the sunlight in the sky...we don't know.
But according to science. A flower will bloom only in the process of photosynthesis. But hey, one should take care of it.. Water it until it grow petals.
Without sufficient water, the heat keeps burning the plant and that was why it became so lifeless.
How could it be alive? will it turn into ashes? or will it become a wildflower? But doesn't she need the sunlight anymore or will the sunlight need her more?
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𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈)
RomanceIf writing means remembering all of our memories then I would gladly do so, even when it includes words that are too painful to write in this roller coaster ride.