And So I Stopped

It was just an ordinary afternoon for me.
It's a holiday and it's a perfect time for me to relax (though I've been relaxing for 6 days already).
My phone beeped and it displayed a text message from someone I spent a part of my life thinking of "what could have beens".


We discussed a lot of things, of how we were, of how the things have gone since we parted ways.
I guess it was the third time we talked about that without realizing we were running in circles every time.


He kept saying sorry, and I kept on saying that it's ok.
Three years have passed and I guess he's still having a hard time forgetting the way we were.
He just keeps on talking and talking about it though he was really the one who left me.


I don't know, but I guess I have moved on and he hasn't yet.


Or maybe I was just being defensive about myself to prove that I have forgotten everything.


I did not.


We continued our conversation til it led to the topic of us in the future.
I just smiled.
What the hell is this guy thinking?


I don't know.


"We both have moved on." I told him.
And so I stopped from there.


I guess there are really people who will come into our lives only to teach us how to live alone.
I'm not alone, though. I have my friends.


But the sad part is, none of them equates to that very person who gave you the most heartbreaking moment in your life.


No one.


I know someday we'll meet again.
I don't know what exactly could happen.


Maybe I'll just smile at him.
Or maybe I'll ignore him.




Memories may be nice, but that's all they are.