I’m throwing away that letter of yours. I found it, but I realize that it mustn’t have been meant for me. I did everything that it said. I tried to do as much as you would let me. Always at an arm’s length. That’s the distance you need to go to be in love, an arm’s length. Now I realize that it was just a distraction, false advertisement. I didn’t read the fine print, because there wasn’t any. There were no promises, no guarantees. Only clauses that benefitted you. Things that only you would gain from. It was a realm of possibility, endless possibilities.
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well, throwing thing isn’t gonna get you any further or relief… hope you get it thou 🙂
That’s true. But, getting rid of a memoir will hopefully lead to some relief.
Throwing away letters (some even burn them, I guess it depends on the severity of what they feel – or maybe it’s a sense of relief when they see the words turned into ashes), deleting messages, emails, deleting them from your list of contacts, ripping out pages from your notebook, you know the ones that are filled with words of prose or poetry dedicated to them – all of this, it adds to the long term healing process. Initially you remember it all, every word uttered or written, every whisper, even the silence – but as time passes, without the memoirs, recalling them become difficult (thankfully). Eventually it all becomes a blur. And one day (and I assure you it does happen) you start to wonder whether the blur was even a memory.
I wish I could “like” a response.
Beautiful.
Thank you. A simple, yet beautiful reply ❤
I agree with ThinkingCap, this is beautiful. Perhaps I should start a blog dedicated to your comments.
Mugren, you make me rather shy with such an over-praiseworthy comment. I’m glad you and ThinkingCap enjoyed reading what I wrote. I just hope I can be from those who can harness my inner energy and convert it into meaningful writing, something to engage the minds of others inshallah.
It takes spells of aching and gives you a sleepless night now and then, but between times it lets you enjoy life and dreams and echoes and peanut candy as if there were nothing the matter with it, but man if you’re not a writer then what are we doing here:)