I hate that sometimes I think about you and immediately punish myself by sealing the memory in the dungeon in my mind.
You don’t deserve to be in my memories anymore. To keep showing up when I feel lonely or when I hope that the next text is from you.
You don’t have the right to remind me that you said my love was worth protecting if you didn’t care about destroying my world.
You broke me. Us.
Now, without any shame, I wish that maybe in my dreams you’ll appear and I’ll be allowed to remember every moment of you.
But even in my dreams, your presence is a double-edged sword. It brings a fleeting comfort, a momentary escape from the reality of our broken bond. Yet, as I wake, the pain resurfaces, sharper than before, a cruel reminder of what was lost.
I find myself wandering through the day, haunted by the echoes of our laughter, the hope for a touch I’ve never felt. It’s a cruel irony that the very memories I seek solace in are the ones that torment me the most.
I’ve tried to fill the void with distractions, with new faces and different places, but they all pale in comparison to the vividness of us. It’s a stark realization that while I can move on with my life, I can’t escape the shadow you’ve cast over my heart.
And so, I continue to live with this contradiction, where part of me yearns for your memory to fade into oblivion, while another part clings to it desperately, afraid to let go of the last pieces of you.
It’s a silent battle, one that I fight every day, hoping that someday, the thought of you will bring a smile to my lips, not a tear to my eye. Until then, you remain a bittersweet chapter in the story of my life, a love that once was, but can never be again.
My dear friend, MSJ.