26/01/18
Remember when you scraped your knees or cut your finger while chopping up some food for dinner ? That's how I felt when you left: that constant stinging you feel in your skin just like how my heart was feeling. Whenever you touch the wound, you remember how it hurts. Whenever you see the wound, you remember how you got it. Sticking out like a sore thumb, you're like a bruise that will always remind me of pain and hurt. But then all bruises come and go, no ? Put on some ointment, stick on a band aid and continue with your life. Just like us. Just like you and me. We will continue with our acts and our mundane routines. When it's time to take off the band aid, I will remember you once, like the fresh bruise you were weeks and ago, then rip off the band aid and feel a tad rush of pain; a small reminder of you. Finally, my wound will have healed and I will never remember how it hurt or where it hurt. But I will never forget how I got you, because damn right I'm not going to cut myself twice.
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