So, through my 20 years of journey, I've been heard people talking about how break ups broke them, crush them. Not because of the pain of being dumped, not by the goodbyes and finding another person, but the memories that still lingers in the corner of every spot in town, and the memories of feelings that have been felt while went through something with that one person.
So, here is how I emphasize every story that have been told to me.
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I thought I already
forget you.
But here I am,
clinging to memories I have of us at 2am in the morning,
My mind keep rewinding
the same clip of us that one night,
Our first real
conversation,
my first conversation
where people I’m talking with,
truly listening.
My whole life, I talks
about nothing,
And for the first time
ever,
I have an audience,
Who remember every
words,
Every pause between my
words,
Non-sense words
Probably even,
And laugh because you
know what I’m talking about.
You understand,
how sometimes I talk
one thing, and other thing on the next minute,
how I sometimes forget
what I’m talking about in the middle of sentences,
Then, you filled me in
what my last sentences was,
Or when you sometimes
guess what you think I’m trying to say was,
And suddenly it became
a game of guessing.
And it feels good to
be heard.
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