Remember me

Sunday

Remember me

So here’s to another Sunday.

I flip through old pictures. I couldn’t even get out of the room. Its been about 9 months, and I am still holding on to the thought of you.

Sometimes I don’t know why, I do this to myself. Am I just addicted to misery, or I am I just scared to let go, because it was the only time, I was ever happy and in love.

I couldn’t cry anymore, even if I wanted to. I don’t even know if it’s because I still love you. But every time, I see a picture of us, my heart aches. Anything that reminds me of you I hold it close.

I know why we cannot be. I comprehend that now….. that in the long run, I will still be unhappy. You will keep hurting me, or I will find ways for you to. You will not be true to me, and I will blindly be with you. I know I deserve better, I know I need to be with someone who wants to be with me more than you do. But right now, I just want to be in my room, on a Sunday, and hold on to memories of us.

Maybe it’s easier for you. You can always pack up and leave and leave behind all the thoughts of me. You go to different places, and soon enough I’m faded. You’ll be in different rooms, you meet different new people, and I am forgotten. You make new memories, and I become jaded.

But here I am, in my room, where you once slept and held me here. There I was about to enter the meeting, and I saw the room where we made love by the window, and driving my car, looking at the passenger side and I see you. When I try to run, there I was at the airport and all these while have been the place where I know it will be the last for me to see you. Here I m with the same friends, that I have introduced you to. So here I am, on a Sunday, thinking of you.