The feeling is gone already. But you still whisper a wish for his happiness every single day. That's not love anymore,thats what comes from every laugh,fight,tear,intimacy,routine youve been through together. Three years is not a short period. Three years of sharing dreams and fears and secrets. Its a very disturbing fact that time is a mere illusion,time doesnt have a clear shape but wraps every moment and feeling in this giant bundle of abstraction.
Whats left behind of those three long years are only memories,emails,and tagged photos. Shapes that are hard to touch. Whats fair anymore? a wise man said only a very sharp mind is able to do a perfect reminiscing on memories. We only remember moments in our own way to preserve those moments,we only see what we want to see,we only remember what we want to remember;not exactly how they happened. And before you realize it,the present time already swallows all those moments and feelings and faces into a cloudy space where everything is meant to be forgotten.
- the book of forbidden feelings // lala bohang (one of my FAAAVV writter ever)
