Hopeless Romantic - Poem by Biscuit Collection
I wondered when the hurting would stop. I wondered how long I could keep on being like this. Pain is something I could very well live without. I don’t know. But maybe, it’s just me. I keep on reminiscing things, which I could well be off forgetting. But leaving behind things, which have given me reasons to go on, well, that’s yet another story. Letting go is difficult. Especially, if what you’re letting go is something you may not want to live without.
Today, I’ve come to realize that memories may be forgotten, a lot of things shared may be, well, pushed aside… but no matter how hard I try, I would never be able to erase the pain, the hurting, and the love that was lost. To forget his face, his voice, our moments together, that’s easy coz’ it takes time. Believe me. But to forget just what he meant, just what our memories meant to me… now, that’s different. Remember that.
I couldn’t quite remember now the day we really got along… or even our happiest times. It was all so far away now. Slowly, these memories fade. But the pain will never cease. I would never be free of the misery. Everyday, I know, I would be thinking of him and wondering. Sleepless nights would still pass by. And there will be moments when I would still cry. `Coz time would never ease the hurting or ever wipe away this love I had for him. Time just merely erases the memories but it could never take away true love denied.
Love is fair. Now, who the hell said that? He must never have loved. Maybe, not as much as I did. `Coz love for me was never fair. When the pain just gets so hard to bear, I would often break down and cry my heart out. And during this time, only one thought would surface – it’s so unfair. And it is. I had loved much more than I ever thought I could. I was loving too much, but he didn’t even realize a thing. Even now, as I hurt, it would still remain unknown. He would still do the things he used to do. And he would never have the slightest idea that somewhere, through this night, someone is fighting off the pain and hurting that loving him has caused.
Ten years from now, I would have forgotten all these memories. I would have put aside these moments. At this point, I’ve no idea what I would become or where I would be by then. But ten years from now, I know, I would still hurt. Ten years from now, I would still be wondering. Ten years from now, and maybe, years more after that, I know - I’d still be loving him.
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