on a lonely wednesday night
Unknowingly, it has been 1 year 1 month.
And perhaps, I have gotten over you?
A question mark- another and another.
It has been a busy year and even now in the holidays, I am still waking up at 6.30am everyday for Footdrill. It feels great, knowing that all the rat race has made your image so fuzzy in my mind. It doesn't feel so great after a while, when after all the hectic rush-here-rush-there, when at the end of the day when I slump onto my bed in exhaustion, your image comes back. Little by little, your memories start weighing down on me. Sometimes, I try to shake it all out. But as you can see, nothing works.
I don't want to forget you, don't want to forget all that we had been through. But if I don't, can I really move on? If I forget you, will I still remember all you had done for me and cherish what I still have now?
I miss you. Terribly.
Why, does it have to hurt so much?
Someday, when your image no longer comes back to me and when I can no longer remember you, will I be considered "free"?
That is, one day, if it ever happens.


