I crashed and burned when I met you. Sparks flew in in the midst of our collision. I can still smell the lingering scent of smoke that we left in our wake, as I blindly touch the scars it left behind. And not even once did I regret that our worlds collided. For you taught me how love can make you hurt and still it can make you smile as you remember how it made all the aches worth taking.
Sometimes I wonder, what does it matter if I wake up at 5 or 6? Would it make any difference if the sun had already risen, as it drowns out the city lights in its warm glow? What does it matter if I went to sleep at 7 or 8, or even make it as late as 12, as everyone falls into deep hushed conversations underneath the blankets as if on cue. Does any of it matter- when do I wake or when do I sleep- when either way I'd find myself alone in this house, with nothing but the sound of my own voice echoing back at me.
It all used to be you and me before everything became was. Before we always said I love you, and we said the words right back to each other without a moment's hesitation. Yet, little by little, the time came when once there were no hesitations, suddenly, a heartbeat of silence appeared out of nowhere, right in between my words and yours. Until those heartbeats turned into longer silences, as if you fell into a cave and only the echo of your voice reaches my ears. Until the time came when we told everyone our story, and how the words used to appeared between I and love you.
Friday, July 22, 2016
Hello there dear friends! It's been awhile. I know. No worries though, 'cause I'm planning to post here again soon. ;) For the meantime though, you can check sone of my stuff in Instagram 'cause that's where I usually post some of my written ramblings lately. (just follow this link) :)
