It feels weird. It feels like it was all yesterday. So many things that have happened so long ago has all of a sudden recreated itself within my cranium and now I feel the same way I felt the very first time. I feel my heart lurch as I remember, for the millionth time, that things are different. I could go for hours without thinking about it, then it would hit me. Every time like the first time. I glad to say it makes me smile, and laugh. Happiest phases are meant to always be joyful. Though it sucks when you do realise you’re way ahead of the past and you obviously can’t turn back. You grasp the emptiness in your hand and release in disappointment. You think of beautiful plans in your head, replay the heart-melting scenarios and later on, you find that it only to get smothered by reality. You dream of holding a bundle of joy, sillyness is colour, brightness in radiance, beauty in your hand. The anticipation is there. Beneath the pants it cries and so you go. Walking fast you make it behind the cold wall. Looking over your shoulder you see...
How does one not constantly think of a once loved one? The answer is brief. You just simply can’t.
Damn you Valentines day.
Xx.