I heard you’re getting married. Just saw a random pre-wedding picture of you and her.
You seemed happy. Her skin glowed against the last rays of light from the sunset… And she seemed happy,too…
Several years ago, it was what we planned — to be wed… But now, you’ll be wed to someone else. Someone who’s not me.
The sunset? It was part of it, too. You knew how I love sunsets…
I can still remember the way you whispered in my ear that you’ll marry me under a sunset…
It’s ironic that I am looking at a very new photograph and yet it seems like it’s all too familiar, which makes me feel nostalgic and melancholic at the same time…
Why am I even writing this in the first place?
My eyes filled with tears
As you looked into mine
I glanced away, you need not know,
You need not find.
That familiar feeling resurfaced,
One that I tried to forget for so long.
One that I never wanted to feel ever again—
We lived our lives the way we wanted it.
Met other people along the broken path,
I thought they would help us forget.
But what they did seemed too little.
The bond that kept us connected—
all these time—
was far from being broken.
It’s just that our hearts
were too proud to admit…
In the end,
It’s not a matter of who hurt
Or who loved the most…
It’s about the truth
that even without being spoken,
Only our hearts could ever understand…
Because I could so much relate, I need to reblog. 🙂 Thank you for the author of this. It’s as if it came from my very own heart. Thank you, miss… :’)