𝑨 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑻𝒐 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒐𝒊𝒅 [ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑑 ]

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝐼 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝐵𝑢𝑟𝑦

The concrete traces that you have left are still here and forgetting you is hard because I get to see them, always. The letter that you gave me on my birthday is still kept inside it's periwinkle box and the watch is still there too- safe, untouched and loved. The books are still on my bedside table and no matter how my mind commands me to keep it away from my sight, I still find my hands opening those. The loveletters are still on my drawer and every night, when the clock strikes its lonely hour, I can still find my mouth uttering the words that you wrote on those scented papers and you know what's funny? Even if we ended, the I love yous on the sheets are still sweet to me. The photos that we have saved for lonely days are now scattered on my bed- the real lonely days were not the ones when we were apart for awhile; the real lonely days are what we are having now. Sure, I can bury these traces in their own graveyard along with your withered flowers and broken promises, but frankly speaking, burying all of these can't help me in burying my love for you.