It feels impossible, ridiculous even, the fact that it has been more than a thousand days since I last saw you. Saw your face, or got a glance of you. Just having you around me. In the same place, watching you do things. Yes, the last time I saw you was a painful memory. I was hurt. It was not a nice feeling.
Now….a thousand days later, it sucks for me that you somehow hold a piece of me, a part of my heart, so much power over my emotions, as if these days have not passed at all.
What does that make me? A stupid, shameless girl with no dignity? A hopeless ‘romantic’, delusional? I don’t even know anymore…
One thousand will become two thousand and I know just like a thousand days ago…even today that I have to accept that it all meant nothing. It never was, never will be.
I guess it’s safe to say that they all DON’T come back haha
Maybe I deserve this. Maybe it’s part of my journey. Either way it sucks to admit that you’ve been on my mind without fail every one of those one thousand and ninety five days.
And I know for a fact that you don’t remember these little details, this dates and numbers. You probably don’t even think of me and barely remember me. But thats fine, I never was as significant to you as you were to me.
They say time heals all wounds, and I have to agree it does but even a thousand days later, you’re still on my mind, in my heart and probably in every breath I take.
I think of you a little extra fondly tonight, and my tears accompany me as I seek a night’s rest, hopefully away from the thought of you. And your scent, that I so clearly remember….even after a thousand days.
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