Slowly they start slipping away, and you forget how to miss them. Or how you ever missed them. Learn to live without people who defined life, slowly and painfully, but surely.
You forget, and keep on forgetting till you lose them in the crevices of your memories, with nothing but songs and words as triggers. And those are the songs you don’t listen to, the words you don’t read. It’s all in how much you avoid them. The people, the songs, the words.
Until one day, something refreshes your memory. And you expect it to hurt, except that it doesn’t. Not even one bit, and that’s what makes the whole situation a little sad.Here is someone you couldn’t have dreamed of being without, and now you don’t even know them. It could not have been much different from bumping into a stranger who might induce a little deja vu, but nothing more and nothing less.
Bittersweet, if you ask me. You do what’s right for your sanity, but it takes a little bit of your faith away every time.
But, on this day today. I miss you. And it hurts.