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I need to stop backtracking. I need to stop thinking about you. Stop trying to remember what it was like to taste your lips. Stop thinking about how safe I felt in your arms. Stop listening to you when you tell me you love me. Stop remembering you. I won't look back. Not anymore.
If only I could leave the thoughts of you behind as I wander into the wilderness. I'm close. You're farther away now. I can see you through the trees. But that's not the problem. The problem is that I keep looking back at you. I can't leave you behind just yet. But I must and I will.
If you were to search within my brain, all you would see are the footprints you left behind when you walked away. You'd see how deep they were from your heavy footsteps. You've left your mark. But footprints don't last forever. The wind will soon blow them away. Soon.
I looked at him and watched as he smiled brightly. His eyes always sparkled when he talked about his passions. I wonder, do I look like that when I speak? Do people look at me this way?
I arrive at the airport, dragging my luggage behind me. I'm running late. The line for security is long and inching forward slowly. Panic and anxiety is all that runs through my mind. Will I make it? What am I supposed to do if I miss my flight? Do I have to buy a completely new ticket? The uncertainty drives me crazy.