Coming down from the cloud.

Sunday

Coming down from the cloud.

The whole night we ended talking, about how in love I use to be. We ran through memory lane, on how wonderful it use to be. I wish I never had to come down from that cloud but every good thing have to come to an end. I love how it started, even if it ends badly. But I guess nothing really ends well.

So, I stared at the window. Smiled reminiscing, how happy I was. How many times in the airport I ran back to him to say goodbye. Never did I imagine that that was my last.
I still remember my first time sending him to the airport, in shorts and sports bra, I ran to him as many times as possible to say goodbye. About to close the door, and I ran over to him and kiss him all over again.

I love every memory that we had, even if it tainted knowing that he cheated on me on some. It doesn’t matter, because I remember how beautiful it was, when everything just fits and make sense. How my life use to be a fairytale. And now that I am facing reality, I can always just run to my little fairytale land. Even when the memory is slowly fading away, at least I never tainted mine the way he tainted his.

So now, I deal with it this way he always assume I was.
xoxo Rollo Tomassi