In a box containing long-forgotten things, I found a piece of torn paper with words I had written, a long time ago. I wrote of a boy I must have once loved, and the pain his constant presence and the absence of his love used to bring me.
I no longer remember who that boy was. I can't even see his face in my mind anymore, much less remember his name.
That brings me comfort, because someday, hearing your name will no longer bring me pain. I will look back on our time together, and wonder who you were, and why I felt this much for you. You will be nothing but a distant ache in my heart, an image from a dream I had eventually woken up from.
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Things I Could Never Say To You
PoetryThe things I could never say to you, I say in poetry instead. A collection of poetry and short prose on love, heartbreak, and despite it all, hope. Because we should never stop hoping for the happy ending we all deserve. Cover image by luizclas on P...
