It is difficult.
Just the way they say it is.
The memories keep coming back and you can’t do nothing.
It’s been months now.
I pick up the pen everyday, stare at the notebook, wondering where to get started.
They said it would help.
It was never clear how it happened – perhaps just a misunderstanding, but it was decided that we would never go back to what it was.
The days seemed more beautiful than they really were. Waking up every morning had a purpose. Days consisted of just two kinds of moments – the ones in which you are in together and the ones where you miss each other. Going to bed every night dreaming of another morning together.
Life was simple. Yet it felt amazing.
Now, we’ve vowed to just remain friends, eventually trying to reduce the communication until it ceases to exist one day.
Maybe that’s the part where everything went wrong.
It’s been an amazing experience – starting with being strangers, building a world of dreams together, only to be hit by reality and deciding to go back to where it all started off, as strangers, but this time with a change, more precisely a challenge – building separate worlds.
The latter is still yet to complete, but the two worlds are slowly taking shape, one person at a time.
But you never give up. Life goes on.
Or maybe not.
I’m stuck here, in this world of beautiful memories, crafted together. I know that I won’t have these again.
This might never be published. But this is going to be, now.
As someone said,
This is not the end. This is not even the beginning of the end. But this might be, well, the end of the beginning.
Here’s to a newer tomorrow!