remember when Haruki Murakami said— “so that's how we live our lives. no matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us--that's snatched right out of our hands--even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. we draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.” and go livE your lives.
How harsh it may sound but I really wish I would have never met you. I wish our ways would have never cross. Honey, I love you but you gave me more pain than butterflies. It just hurts to love you. I guess I will adore you forever but I have to move on.
For a long time, she held a special place in my heart. I kept this special place just for her, like a "Reserved" sign on a quiet corner table in a restaurant. Despite the fact that I was sure I'd never see her again.
— Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
It doesn’t make sense. Was I not enough? Was I never worthy of your love?
Did you foresee this?
Or was it just not meant to be
Like you said
When you revealed that you
No longer
Love
Me?
Slow and agonizing have been the past few days. I cry when I hear the songs we used to sing together. I can’t even look at the stuffed animals you bought me.
You make me hate the things I once loved.
I don’t know if I wish that I never met you, or if I’m better for having had your love.
Had.
I can see how quickly you’ve moved on
And I wish you’d feel the pain
I wish your life would feel slow
Agonizing
Black
and
white
like mine.
Prompt: you broke my heart ( @late-nights-and-daydreams )
My memories will hopefully fade with time as wounds do heal, but my heart is scarred forever so, and little things come rushing back bringing me to my knees. Memories that torment of how things used to be…and how destiny is twisted into something that seems to poison us. Once so sweet has become so bitter, the taste of innocence lost. Goodbye was supposed to be final, so why does it linger and taunt me so? ~ B.T.