Math on love
Only now did I realize how he is a part of my life right now. From my phone passcode to my passwords in my social media accounts to my security questions.
It’s funny how a person could be the biggest part of your life through every little things they do in everyday basis without you noticing until it’s too late. Until you’re too much invested. Until you’re too attached to let go.
I guess you just have to start from scratch. You need to draw another you not intertwined with him, just you alone. And worst part of these all is that when you try to erase the part of him. It’s just like you wouldn’t know what’s left of you. All that’s left of you is your name, your childhood memories, your life before the time he came. Because ever since he came, all events of your life is tainted with him. Your favorite book. That movie you longed to watch. Your favorite coffee shop and even your favorite blend. This is the slapping time after him. You try to erase these but could you erase even the best, happy ones? That time when you first attended a concert? Of course not. How about the time you first gone out-of-town? Definitely not. Because they’re all etched under your skin. And that’s how you know how much he became a part of you.
He’s not only on your heart and your mind. He’s on your soul. He’s even there on your lost soul. And if you try to subtract him from the equation, it could never be you alone. Because yes, you plus him is everything. Then you minus him is nothing.
/ rdrrn
