When I counted the footsteps you took while you walked away..
I counted them as my vision blurred and my whole world collapsed. The pain was indescribable.. because I felt something different. I knew you were never ever gonna look back. That was the only thing I was certain of, the rest were all obscure.
It's funny how certain people, certain gestures can trigger a long buried memory in an isolated part of my thoughts, in the abyss of absolute insanity and heartbreak. I thought I could never feel again since they were too severely scarred, too brutally beaten and trampled upon. Because when you've got nothing to lose, what else can bring you lower?
I've read from many melodramatic love stories that one counts the days till the one they love returns.
gosh, no wonder I never fancied romance.
It portrays a facade for false hope.
I never had faith, neither have I had hope because some things are beyond the means of patching up.
Sometimes time just helps either one wash everything clean, leaving that part of them behind for good.
But in the back of my mind I still wonder if people still catch glimpses of a certain person when they see, hear or feel something familiar. Guess this is a question no one would be able to answer.
Add on.
If the present is so great and the future is glorious, why the hell do people linger in the past? Why do people still try to keep in touch with the past?
To me, if one focuses too much on the past, we might lose something we currently have. So why take the risk?
But well, it's always up to ourselves to decide, to judge and act wisely according to the circumstances.
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