ranisha
We split. It ended. Relationships end, and you split. I was so sure, so certain that we could last. I knew we were different. But then the damned day happened, and I knew nothing could ever change your mind. No debates, no jokes, and definitely no tears. I still see you now, and we may laugh, but I'll never forget that you split.
As time passes, we become. Don't know how or why, but one day you'll look in the mirror and see the difference. It could be years, months or maybe even a few seconds. You'd see yourself and realize that this is exactly where you belong. It might hurt and it might not be perfect, but it will be where you become.
Under my heart I have a lot of love for him. And that's because every single thing I do, no matter how minuscule or grand, reminds me of him. The juice in my fridge, the pictures on my wall, my sneakers, his neck. Everything is slowly becoming him.
Flowers from the garden, cut and trimmed perfectly to adorn the new vase my mother got for her birthday. It had the most intricate patterns and colors ranging from indigo to a deep purple. She loved this vase. And for some reason, all I could think of was smashing it.
I lose my element with the wrong people. Loud laughter, instant jokes, and close physical contact is all lost and I become an introvert. I forget who I am with the wrong people.
Leasing apartments, leasing hearts. Same thing, really. You give something that you own and care for to either a complete stranger or someone you once met before. You have no clue if you can trust them, but the only way to know for sure is to let them inside. If it breaks, then you know.
I don't want to be forgotten. This is hands down, fear number one. Imagine living a life, whether it's full or not, and no one gives a flying hoot about you after you're gone. So the most we can do now is to make memories, laugh harder, and love just a little more. This way no one will ever forget our big smiles and even bigger hearts.
Actually, I'll take another one, she said at the college student behind the counter. Ice cream. Perfect on a day like this. Perfect when the sun refuses to stop and intimidates the world by its powers. Ice cream, however, is the antidote.
Exterminate regenerate. A Dr. Who reference. Interesting because I have never seen a single episode in my life. Generation, generations, expectations, reasoning, youth, wisdom, family, wanting, compromise.
Bear with me here, he said. But she didn't want to. She was sick with just hanging on, so called "bearing" people simply because she had to. From now on, she will choose who she wants to listen to, make her own rules. Right after she finished listening to him.
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