It is nine months since I had to admit I was in love, or rather that I had fallen in love not two hours before. How can one love, months and months questioning that love but never being able to let go of that love. I don't know how, merely that I have. And that I can forget him for some hours everyday. For some days every week, but then I see a shadow of him, some man walks past and resembles him as icecubes resemble icecream, someone mentions his name. And I am lost again. Fall in love all over with someone who couldn't care less.
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