the more I stay awake just to read our conversations
the more I try to forget you
the more I see that you’re in love with someone that’s far from what I am and everything else
It felt like a slap in the face
It felt like a burning feeling in my throat
It felt like someone just stabbed me multiple times
All of this
I’d have to live with every single day
I got too close and I got burned…Wanna see the marks?
Everything stays on drafts. Do not publish anything too specific or you might regret it.
Why did I let go? Why did I let you walk away? Why didn’t I tell you how much I need you?
Why didn’t you stop me?
It was about the most unforgettable and happiest moment of your life and my reaction was, “Oh shit…” because I really don’t know what to write not because I had so many of them but I almost had none of those.
The thing is, I knew that I can just do it just like what they do. The-my-happiest-moment-is-*insert lie here* crap but I just can’t. I tried but my mind told me that no matter what I would always write something that I know my friends or at least, sir can distinguish from everyone without looking at the name.
I ended writing an essay which exceeds the 150 words sir gave us. I think I almost tripled it. As I look at everyone’s essay, theirs were when they left for these nice vacation or when they were just sophomores but mine was just a normal day when I was seven years old. The day I met him. Oh and they ended their essays with “…I had fun” or “…it was the best moment in my life” or something alike but mine was ended like this: