Friday, July 16, 2010
At times during the day I think I know the answer, and how I'm feeling. But then I see a photo, your name, a memory. I forget the previous thoughts and think, do I really know how I feel. The answer is no. I know I'm not going to be with you, and I know that I don't feel for you the way I did. But there is still something that makes me look at your page, reread your letter and stare aimlessly at photographs. I think I have moved on, but I'm not sure whether that little piece of me still attached to you will ever go away, or if it will always be there. I guess only time will tell.
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