"Hey how are you?"
"I'm good you?"
"Never better, so what you been up to these days?"
"Pretty much school heh, uhh s'ok if we talk later I was kind of in the middle of something?"
"Sure, just why is it we don't talk as much any more? I mean remember we'd used to spend hours talking sometimes about a multitude of things. Did I say something, do something, be something you don't like any more? Or are you afraid that you've committed some act I can't forgive you for?"
"It's none of that it's just, I can't explain. Things just aren't the same, but I feel that no matter what changes are made some things are still the same and that is where I'll always love you."
"Love me?! What are you talking about?"
"It doesn't matter, and it never will. Just chalk it up to a past life of regret and a life lived without the pursuit of happiness."
"I suppose, talk to you later then, give me a call sometime."
"Alright, later."
The cruelty of a photographic memory is being able to relive every moment most people are able to forget. Remembering the last time you saw a person fragmented into place, making its appearance at a time of happiness. Whats worse is almost this sense of knowing the end is nigh, just not knowing the time frame and letting dread sink its ugly teeth as deep and as long as humanly possible. It's the wait that's the worst. The wait which will be long enough to let hope and happiness worm their way in your brain and have your paranoia subside. And of course out of the plot of a cheesy novel the climax of heartbreak, but unlike most novels no happy ending to follow. Just continuing to exist and survive, trying to relearn how to live but finding it harder and harder each time. Finding it more difficult mustering the strength to feel any sort of hope towards any possible future. But managing to do it because inevitably it beats the alternative.
Thank you.
rating: 6
Users that liked this also liked...
 A Stagnant Absolution |  Flashing Lights |  Compliments for my pH friends (because my real life friends don't deserve them) |  I Am |  I wish I had learned to sew proficiently when my child was first born... |