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9/18
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Ewedihalehu
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Ewedihalehu
9/18
I heard her voice in silence and she said :
You have to forget about me, truly.
I'm no longer that beautiful idea you hold onto in your mind every night.
I'm not your refuge, I’m not your motivation, I’m not your “someday.”
I’m no longer here - don’t wait for me.
Don’t look for me in songs, or in dreams,
or in the memories you replay like old movies.
Stop creating happy endings that only exist in your head.
You weren’t lacking—you were your whole self, and that’s why it hurts.
But not everything that hurts is meant to stay.
You need to stop idealizing me,
because that’s not love—it’s an obsession with a story
that only you keep writing…
and I let go of the pen a long time ago.”
Now I have to remember you for longer than I knew you. A cruel trick of time, this. A whisper of a life, echoing in the vast emptiness left behind. I clutch at fragments: sunlight on your hair, a hesitant smile. They're fading, like old photographs, but they're all I have. The world keeps turning, uncaring, while I'm trapped in this memory, this ache. Remembering you isn't a choice; it's a sentence. A life sentence, served in the prison of my own heart. God I miss you.
"I hold onto every single memory, because I know we won't be making anymore."
Everyday I think of you, I’m sorry.
Thoughts of you flooded my mind and I wept. I'm still weeping, with sadness, as well as gratitude for having shared some very special moments with you.
I hate this world without you in it, this wasn’t suppose to happen to us. I failed us.
And when she smiles, I swear, the stars get jealous.
“It was impossible, of course. But when did that ever stop any dreamer from dreaming.”
— Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer
My Dear Melancholy,
Until you’re used to my face And my mystery fades I got you
Privilege - The Weeknd
I can’t even count how many times I’ve thought this lately
I’m so tired..
I like the idea of sleeping forever.
-V. J.
Never.