It is just an hour ago that we broke up, but these feelings demand to be splashed on paper. I have been vulnerable, moody and sad lately due to our small but constant fighting. We always make it up to each other in the end. Now I wonder if we really did.
When Rupi Kaur says, “You were not my first love, but you were the love that made all other loves irrelevant,” I feel it. And as I write this, I am sobbing silently for I have lost someone I deeply love.
I and blankly staring at our picture hung on my bedroom wall. I want to call you and ask if you remember when we first started talking. How we would discuss about everything under the sun, how you would call me in the middle of the night just to say hi. Holding hands with you for the first time, our first date, our first kiss, everything is playing in my head like a movie right now. And as much as I want it to continue, because I miss you, I want it to stop. I want to wash my skin till there are no traces of your touch, erase every memory of you.
I wish i could do that. I really wish.
We were happy and so in love. I wonder what happened to us.
And tomorrow when I will walk though the corridors, they will be cold and empty. Again.