“Missing someone, they say, is self-centered. I self-center you more than ever.” ― Saša Stanišić
Is there a remedy to attain immunity from missing someone? Do they even prescribe something of the sort? Find me that goddamn chemist, would you? Because I’d gladly take notes, start that darn drug right away.
Listening to every single advice and open to all words of wisdom of how to rid of someone you can’t stop thinking about and walk away from someone you just can’t stop loving.
I have got an idea. Why not let’s just tear each other apart, limb by limb? Haven’t we been doing this already? Then, how about stitching our scars later on and gaps and breeches together and ending up making everything into something that is awful to ever fix or mend or bring back to original?
And I would never be upset about it ever again. Aren’t we already done with getting excessively down and out every now and again?
How I keep telling myself that I have crossed the bridge and keep reminding myself that I have left nothing intact by burning everything behind.
The ashes however fly with the wind and blow back into where they belong. Right back to their home, and I always anticipate you showing up, in vain.
It’s so quiet without you around. And I hate you. Yes I hate you. For, I have decided to befriend the calm and composure of even the noisy environs. And I have opted to embrace the chaos and mayhem within.
I choose not to symbolize the definition of false hope. Hope, the whole world seems confused about whether to categorize it as life or the ultimate treacherous illusion. Ironic, right?
And I still keep pretending that everything will be alright. I will be alright. I don’t care. I hate you. And I don’t care, my love!
– Regretfully yours.
Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. I swear. *wink wink*