Gone
She was staring at their photo; both of them were smiling. She tries to recall that day; the day when they spend time together. They spent the whole night talking. She remembers it completely; then she smiles.
She continues to stare at the photo. This time, she tries to remember her thoughts that day. She tries to recall how she was feeling. For a while there, she felt startled. She can’t remember. How is that possible? She continues to look at the photo; trying to focus her thoughts to it. She looked at herself in the photo; then she looked at him in the photo. She continues to stare at his photo. Puzzled.
She gazed at him in the photo; from his head, down to his smile. She stared to his eyes as she keeps on trying to remember the feelings. The familiar feeling seemed to be gone. The old feeling of longing is no longer there. Baffled by this unusual emotion, she continues to look at the photo. That’s really odd. How can it be gone? How can she forget? Did she really forget? Perhaps it just fades away, without her knowing. Why?
It is time. It is time for it to go. It is time for it to carry on. It is time to move on. It had moved on. And she was not even aware of its absence, until now. All the while, what she has are memories; good memories. Too good they made her believe that the desire remains and the love continues.
She looks at the photo again; both of them were smiling. Unlike the first time she stares at it, she now sees two old friends…good friends, who just spent another wonderful day together. They got another special memory to treasure and remember.
She continues to stare at the photo. This time, she tries to remember her thoughts that day. She tries to recall how she was feeling. For a while there, she felt startled. She can’t remember. How is that possible? She continues to look at the photo; trying to focus her thoughts to it. She looked at herself in the photo; then she looked at him in the photo. She continues to stare at his photo. Puzzled.
She gazed at him in the photo; from his head, down to his smile. She stared to his eyes as she keeps on trying to remember the feelings. The familiar feeling seemed to be gone. The old feeling of longing is no longer there. Baffled by this unusual emotion, she continues to look at the photo. That’s really odd. How can it be gone? How can she forget? Did she really forget? Perhaps it just fades away, without her knowing. Why?
It is time. It is time for it to go. It is time for it to carry on. It is time to move on. It had moved on. And she was not even aware of its absence, until now. All the while, what she has are memories; good memories. Too good they made her believe that the desire remains and the love continues.
She looks at the photo again; both of them were smiling. Unlike the first time she stares at it, she now sees two old friends…good friends, who just spent another wonderful day together. They got another special memory to treasure and remember.
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