Its been long since we said goodbye, but somewhere at the back of my mind, I have this fabulous memory of you. Of us. And of a dream.
There is a part of me that wants to stay with you forever. And however impossible it may seem, I want to make it happen. I might have said that I have moved on and am looking forward to great things happening in my life. That's a lie I keep telling myself. Its hard to believe that you are gone. Even harder to convince myself that you never existed. That's an extreme but only way to get over you. The harder I try to forget you, the more I cannot. And all just comes back to me. Fresh. Sweet. Fabulous.
Often I can't think beyond you. All the thoughts of that special person begin and end with you.Yesterday, I was telling myself that it's been so long, I'd probably forgotten how you look. And then your beautiful smile flashed across my mind. Followed by a million things about you. Who said I'd ever forget anything!
Maybe its the silence of the night and few cans of Budweiser that are doing the talking. But all the inebriation does not stop me from thinking clear.
What I realise is, there was a past for me. A past of us. But you have moved on and so should I. I know I make things difficult for myself. Wish I had an erase button to just wipe out those memories. But I don't. I try my best to forget. But I can't.
Life will take its course from here, as I tread on a new path everyday. Someday, there will be someone to accompany me. It won't be you. I know. But should I feel the need for your presence, I'd know just the place to find you. Because in my memories, I'd have you.
