Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Is there anything more than nostalgia?

I woke up remembering last night’s dream of having you again—only, in that dream, we had a better ending. It seems like no matter what I do, you’d allegorically come back.

You were holding my left hand while I write an essay using my right. You were staring at me so sweetly, waiting for me to finish my stuff. In that moment, I couldn’t ask for more. I loved you and there, it looked like I loved you even more.

And again, all the memories crawled to me as soon as I opened my eyes. I miss you by now. I miss you. I miss ‘us’. I miss how much of a reality before it all became a dream. I miss the look in your eyes, your smell, your hands.

I tried so hard to avoid this feeling, but I guess it’s inevitable at all costs. Because how could you not miss something that used to make you the happiest? How could you not reminisce something that made you feel the best?

I miss you. I hope you miss me too.

(Thought Catalog, August 4, 2013 11:15pm)