I remembered those line. well.. couldn't remember the exact word but that's how it goes. Then eventually you went to the other party.
Being lucky in relations is quite hard. Probably it was my own fault. But the things that I remembered always kept me smiling (or teary-eyed) although it hurts and sometimes I just want to smash my collections of coloured bottles on the wall.
Littlest things could trigger the whole memory. So I am actually moving on with those. I couldn't explain it. I could lie about me getting over them.
BUT I CAN'T.
Everywhere I go reminded me of them. Even just a glimpse. Flashbacks.
The grafitti that I paint on the wall of my bedroom is a prescription I created to just keep me occupied from the break-up.
TV Shows.... the frequent laughs that I had with them every time I watched the tely.
Clothes... gifts... significant dialogues .. Pictures... bla bla bla
I can't run from it. I just need to set things right... It's like a guitar.. I need to set it in tune so that I could get the perfect music of every notes that I am about to make.
when the next time I say;
"will you be my partner"..
I'll make sure my guitar is new and in tune..
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