I am no longer on his mind but he still manages to bruise my own. Its not fair, I realized. How were we both sharing the same damn emotions but only one of us feeling the repercussions of our down fall?
I am not in love with him anymore but that doesn't mean I don't miss him. I miss his gentle laugh and easy smile.
And who knows? Maybe parts of me still wishes we were still together despite the inevitable separation. How ironic.
Was that the beauty of love? Not knowing where you were going but in such a rush to get there? Him and I knew we wouldn't last forever but who cares.
If the two years we spent making googly eyes and making fun of each other was not a 'forever' well then I think I could do without the cliché.
He doesn't think about me.
I still remember him driving around and I miss his hand on my thigh was we drove into the unknown. But I suppose the pressure of being in control of the driving not knowing where to turn, can be overbearing.
That's fair enough.
k.s
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Talking Tree (Ongoing)
PoetryOne time I was listening to a lecture by a wise man who told me that if I had no one to talk to I should talk to a tree. So here I am.
