You know how they say time flies when you’re having fun? What if you’ve become so heavy with the weight of the world, you’ve developed your own gravity? Does time cease to exist? Pause for a moment so you can frantically wipe the mascara streaks from your face? You sit. Curled into a ball as if you were an infant, whimpering from the pain, and the could haves, and the wish weres. Heaving breaths, trying to shake loose the words that have been plastered to the tip of your tongue for years.
Do you remember when everything was beautiful and nothing hurt? You say no, that light-years separate you from the good-ole days. Days filled with bubble tape and high tides. Days where our biggest worries were how many cookies we could steal without getting caught. Days when love was simple. Now even empty cartons of milk remind me of your empty promises. Never again. Never again, you said to me with such certainty that I almost dropped to my knees to thank the heavens for finally answering my prayers. Almost. Until that same familiar grin began to curl up at the ends of your mouth. The grin that’s made of deceit and screams liar.
If I try hard enough I can remember them. The oh happy days. Days when all we needed was each other and our pinky promises and secret handshakes were like lock and key swearing you to me. Their memories fading so quickly all I can do is desperately reach my fingers out in hopes of grazing them.
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