Sunday, May 8, 2011

A Dead Memory

She was so beautiful. So breathtakingly beautiful.

It's not my fault that I fell for her, he consoles himself. It was biological - preordained, even.

Looking at the past, everything blurs together and he's unable to recall the memories so close yet so faded. All he can remember is the yearning - the acceptance he felt near her. But that's a dead memory - something that was never meant to last.

And so he counts his curses alone, never knowing all that might have been. Because hope lost a second time is always the cruellest; it's always the deepest cut. But she never knew, and she certainly never cared. It was just a facade - something illusory, something temporary.

It was never meant to last.

But, he thinks - that's why I was so in love with the idea of being in love.