Sunday, July 10, 2011

A Matter Of Time Only

You broke me. 
And I'm angry at you. For living relatively normally and leaving me like this.

But I know it's not your fault. I don't blame you. Only in very weak moments. Sometimes, but that shouldn't count.

We can not break out of our fundamental human mould. The one that makes us creatures of habit, flexible and adaptive. So we will not even notice the change.

We'll tell ourselves we could never forget even if we try but we won't even notice as seemingly ordinary everyday things take up most of time. So much so, we'll think about each other once every few weeks. And then perhaps I'll become to you a girl you knew. First love.

I guess some part of me will always love you, no matter what. Forever.




Shopping is so totally not fun without a boy toy who pays for everything.