21 November 2012
The cool breeze blows through my hair. He leans over and gently kisses my cheek. I can feel the breeze turning into his musical voice, whispering my name over and over. The joy and pure ecstasy of him just touching me. Then it's gone. The magic fades into my small room. The cars honk and the people walking below chatter. The grassy field turns into my apartment in LA. I press against the slightly open window, willing the dream to come back. Wanting it to never end. Yet every morning I'm forced to leave the dreams I'd gladly become comatose to keep. He left about 2 years ago. I don't know when because about 2 1/2 years ago, his mother made him leave me. Leave the memories, leave us. He claimed he'd come back. He said we'd be together again. He never looked back. Every day, for two years, before I left home I hoped to get a letter. Prayed for a phone call. God must really hate me if a sign for his affection was never given. So after graduating, I packed up and left. Bought an apartment with my best friend who was attending the same college as me. Never met anyone else. Everyone seemed to pale in comparison. I wish he still saw things that way. But he won't. And I will never find another. I'll be alone forever because my soul has been torn. My heart had been stolen and never returned. I doubt I will find another at this point. After all, who can move forward, if they've been forgotten.
Forgotten • Opuss № I