Memories; Fragments of you still haunt me.
I got over the fact that we both found our own way. We don’t talk to each other as often like we used to, and when we do it’s dry. It’s drier than a cactus standing in the middle of the Sahara desert. I tried to change things back, you know. I tried to bring back the old mood of our conversations. But we always stopped after the “How are you?” and “I’m okay.” Sadly, that’s the longest conversation we could ever have now.
I tried to move on, accept that things could not be the way it used to be. It took me for a long time to do that just so you know. There were times when I can’t sleep ‘cause I was used of us talking to each other before sleeping. There were even times, when I’m peacefully lying on my bed and memories of you just suddenly struck me. It pains me to remember you and our times, and realizing that all those things were just a part of the past now.
I got over it. I got over you. Everything we had was just a composition of letters; still images of photos; stories in my posts now. It’s done. But still, you’re still here in my mind. Fragments of you still populate my memories.