The Way We Were
She loved me, she said... Back then, I loved her, too... But things were different now... Fear had killed me... Maybe, there was something else before... But whatever that was remained, and now belonged, to the past... Feelings have been left unspoken for too long, that, my heart, as much as hers, have tired, and numbed...For now that I think about it, I can't call it love; at least, not anymore... And I know, she feels the same way... Our confessions now did not mean that she still loved me, and I, her... They meant that we have gotten over each other, our presents overriding our guilty minds, and thus purged us of the burden of keeping our emotions to ourselves... We were no longer guilty, to say that we had loved, nor much less afraid, to be rejected... But I was reacquainted with familiar emotions, and it has been so long, that I have forgotten how it felt like when my heart raced every time she looks, and smiles at me; and how it feels to be yanked out by someone out of your egotistical and arrogant self, and love...
Maybe I could have said other things back then, and maybe had that piece of possibility turned into something real, I would be here, before you, writing of other things... And yet, although that regret will give something to do, and something to think about, we know, that it will get me nowhere.. I take solace in the fact that somewhere else, in a place where I was me, but I was not myself, in a parallel world much like our own, things were different... In that world, I loved her, and she loved me too, and we were not afraid to say it when our emotions were something real, and not when they were gone...
Cheerios everyone.. ^^
posted by Dexter @ 1:53 PM
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