Is this love? Is this hate? I'm not sure, but I know it's fate. Your smile, your eyes, oh how they haunt me. I can't get you out of my mind, you obviously don't want me. I wish you were here, I wish you were near. I don't think you like me, in the same way. I am scared of what comes next, I'm not ready for that day. That day when the history begins again. I know you're ignoring me, don't worry, I'm used to it. I'm cool and calm and collected as they may think. On the inside I am exhausted and tired from all your bullshit and lies and things. I thought I loved you, but now I don't know... Yes I do, I will always love you. I can't just get over you as if nothing happened. I used to think of you as my first love, but now it seems more accurate to call you my first heartbreak. You definitely were a great friend... Because that's what we were, just friends, right? I don't think so, we had more than that. Yet now you're ignoring me, my heart has broken back. I can't help but cry myself to sleep every night, losing sleep over you, wondering if you miss me, I hope you do. I hope you feel the same pain as me, because it hurts too much for others to see. Ever since you left, I can't sleep at night, keeping myself busy with homework and self hatred. I try to keep you out of my mind, although it's practically impossible when we had such a magical time. I remember every look you gave me, I remember every touch, the way your voice fluctuated when you were talking about something you loved. I remember every time you grazed my arm perhaps, I still feel the butterflies, I still feel this pain inside my chest when I think of you. I honestly don't know why I can't get you out of my mind, do I miss you? Yes. Why? I have no idea. I never have believed in love at first sight... But I felt that way towards you from the beginning. My original impression of you was, "we should become friends." But as time progressed, I got too interested in you and your eyes, and I got lost.
A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it.
Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN.
I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value.
I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation.
My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss.
For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers.
I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid.
Our adventure came to an end.
Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it.
Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others.
I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks.
I lost it.
I hate this feeling the most.
In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight.
When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me.
Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.