That night I already knew it was the last time I’m ever going to see you. But I couldn’t say goodbye, not to you. I’m tough but not tough enough for that, I just can’t come to terms with myself in saying goodbye. So I just stood there like a lamp post. I had to leave because I don’t want to tie you down. Days went by and each of them unbearable of course. Until the 365th day, I still felt the same but I have accepted that maybe it’s best to let go. And I did, thinking all along that if you felt the same, you would do something, say something. But all I got was silence, from you and from my heart, and I had to remind myself that it couldn’t happen because you didn’t feel the same way. I never had anything to hold on to but there was this tiny bit of hope that you will come after me. But you never did so I just had to make her understand that she picked the wrong one and it’s okay because it happens. It took me so long to make her understand that you don’t feel the same way.
So I took it as a do-over. I went on, more of like I dragged myself to moving forward until I was no longer looking back. It came to a point when I was looking forward to what’s to come. And then one fine night I went to sleep and dreamt, and it was the beginning of the end.
I’m glad it all happened, I had the chance to say everything I had to. I didn’t even realize the weight until I was able to let it out. I wasn’t even expecting a response. But at that point any reply would be good enough for me, at least I had that part of my life sealed and settled. But of course I got hurt, because it wasn’t just saying goodbye to those few times, but I’m burying the hatchet from day 1. It’s releasing yourself to the memories of the good times and remembering the lessons from the bad times. And even from the start this was how I have always felt, for as long as you’re happy, that’s good enough for me. Whether I’m in it or not, that’s fine with me, I will rest on that thought that you are happy. And I wish it was as easy as looking for you at all the lost and found places in the world but it’s not.
I still see you often in my dreams, and not the kind you think dreams are or at least not like the ones you have, but just us talking and hanging out like the old days. Laughing at the most stupid things, arguing at tiny details that come across our minds, talking about ridiculously impossible situations and anything about everything but us. Then we’d have our theories on things in life. I don’t really make anything out of it, I just appreciate the company. I believe it wasn’t that bad of an ending, it was good while it lasted at least for me. Sometimes things end just like that. Suddenly it just ended.
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