“Maybe I’ll just wait for that day that you will realize that I am not like anyone else you’ve met. I will just wait for that moment to hit you and make you think that I am the thing you lost that you’re not capable to find in someone else. Perhaps, you thought you could replace me by trying things that you never did when you’re with me and you thought you could find it in different set of eyes and hands who will trace which part of your body needs comfort. You will try to change the colors of your walls, rearrange things hoping you could throw away my echoing laughter out from the window. You will try to erase every memory that taunts you to think about how happy we were, when my hands crawled on your tired body when I needed a hug every past midnight and when I stared at you when I can’t sleep. You will try to get rid of the color of my eyes when you stir your coffee in the morning, and how it only took you and me alone to define simple pleasures in life.
But you will remember me.
Perhaps you will remember me when you realized that nobody is capable to ascend to that fucking staircase and run to your side when you have troubles amassing your broken self, someone who will talk to you calmly when you’re made up of roaring anger, when you come to think that nobody will listen to how much you miss your father, how you hated your workmates, how you wished you could just stay away from your home. I want you to remember how my name once meant relief to your misery, when you only wanted silence as a response to your anxieties. You will remember me when you realize that the new people you met are capable to give you alibis and you will recall how I can’t say no to you because I had always been excited spending weekends with you. You will miss me when you have come to collect the truth that nobody is capable to lie to his parents just to spend a night with you, just to accompany you when you wanted to escape your reality.
Perhaps, it will take you a long time to come and think about that, and maybe happiness from new things and new people is your kind of ecstasy. And I understand. I understand why you closed yourself to try things with me again, that it became so easy for you to completely shut me out when I tried reaching out to tell you I am willing to change and give second chances and that I regretted leaving things behind.
I don’t want you to remember me when you have everything, when you have all the energy to show people your possitivity —when you’re busy and enjoying life. I want you to remember me when the night stood still, when you lay yourself to bed under dim lights. I want you to remember me when the world outside is tired of understanding you.
I don’t want you to remember me when you’re happy.
I want you to remember me when you’re sad. Like before.”
❤—>💔
NestaCity 