Faraway I used to whimper over
heartaches. Simple misunderstandings had caused me restless nights and long
written apologies. And the “i-miss-you” made me to take trips in the middle of
the night. Goodbye was unknown before, but now it’s the only way to live life
It’s just memories…
That I placed at hindmost part of
my storage room. I consider that life event as a distant past. There were times
that it came out aversely, but an obsessive-compulsive soul was always there to
meticulously sweep the floor and box that dirt at the furthest back of the
room. There’s a pre-set full denial that always run-in whenever an element of
inappropriateness trickles. It’s like a Freudian dream censor.
To eat a humble pie is not enough
for your two years of your waiting. I know it’s perplexing for you on how the
wind changes it course so hasty. There were also questions in my mind, but I let
fly along the gush of blustery weather. I said my last words with encouragement
for a sunny day for both of us. No more what-ifs, no more once more. It’s over.
When two people fall in love it doesn’t mean they are meant for each other.
