There are currently four drafts written from just this day.
I don't know how to correctly express my words.
There are people that we can't live without, but we have to learn to let them go.
It really is scary when you realize how important a person is to you in your life. Its scary that one person, a person that was once so insignificant, becomes the only thing you can think about. Its scary how a person, once a stranger, becomes the only person you care about. Its scary how that person, the person you didn't even care about, has the power to control your emotions. Its scary how one person can make the biggest impact unto your life. Its scary that this person, the person who is almost consuming your life, doesn't even stop to think about you. Its scary how this person, you're worried that you'll never be able to forget him, has already forgotten.
Its insane how these memories, that you've so carefully stored into your mind, these memories, that you've so carefully thought about over and over, can mean nothing to the other person.
Its sad how these memories, that once made you smile and giggle, begin to melt into an acidic poison. These memories begin to taint your mind with horrid thoughts, of the why's, what if's, and if only's. These memories that once meant so much to you, begin to hurt you because they remind you.
They remind you of the unfinished ending. They remind you of the ending that will never be finished by anybody but yourself. These memories will stay with you forever until you learn how to forget.
But isn't it scary? That there is no answer to this.
There is no guide to forget memories. Memories that mean everything to you.
Will I ever forget? Will I ever brush these memories off and laugh over my silliness?
L'espirit de l'escalier.
There are so many things I would have said if I knew it would have ended there.
The sad thing is though,
we don't understand the calmness of love so we tend to shout.
Someone teach me.
