epiphany

10.

To: the boy in yellow, who made me smile.

I hold my breath as you walk past me, pretending I don't exist, pretending those moments never happened and I can't help but wonder, were we real? Or was it all in my head?

So now I'm forced to watch you laugh with all these new people, make new friends and continue your life, a life of which I'm not a part of. I have to hear your laughter and steel myself, convince myself to not turn around and meet your sparkling eyes as they light up with humour. I force myself not to share that look of secracy because I know you won't return that look anymore, because I'm nothing more than a stranger to you.

But how, oh how do I tell my soul to forget you, to move on? How do I stop my damn eyes from darting to you everytime we are in the same room? Because we're like firelies and lights, always find our way back. Or atleast, I thought we were.

I wish we could go back to when you were the boy in yellow and I was the girl in pink, and when we were madly in love.