by Realm » Sat Dec 27, 2014 3:16 pm
To a mere Memory…
I want to return to those golden days. The days when we were careless and were daring and open-minded. When i was eager to drift into sleep to dream about you and awaken the next morning to talk to you. We were young, but still, i felt we were so close. The world closed in around us, and legitimate happiness showered on our sleeves.
I could talk to you about anything. Even if you didn't care about the other people or places, you had always cared for me and my own problems.
When suddenly, things were off. The lies you told about your own health and family had scarred my heart, though I had believed every word you said to me. I tried to ignore it all, but you kept piling up the problems onto my plate.
And for a year we lasted, those 365 golden days that continue to ring in my memory…
But then you drifted away. We didnt talk as often as we used to. In the beginning, things were great, and then everything happened so quickly that i realized i was about to stumble and fall under my own feet, and that you wouldnt be there to pick me back up.
I felt so confused, and I didn't talk to you about this one thing, in fear that I would be misunderstood. I felt you slip from the spaces in between my fingers, like loose sand. I was confused about myself, about you, about us.
That's why I wanted to step down a little and just stay friends for a while. Relationships were becoming a larger conflict for me, considering only you and I knew about "us" for a time.
But you freaked, and I was terrified of that. You started questioning me and were upset. You became irrational and just not yourself. That day, March 27, was the last day you ever spoke with me. You left, and I don't know where you are, whether or not you're alright, whether or not the lies were true. I've been sitting alone and could only think that our "Golden Days" weren't that golden at all. I was delusional, and you made me accept my confused self.
I don't want you back. I wanted an explaination, yet you never gave me one. But you know what killed me the most?
I don't even know if you're real.
- me