— short nonfiction by potpourris.
see you tomorrow?
see you soon.
I never really forgot the day you took my hand and said my name. How it fell so carelessly from your lips and the impact; the caverns and the marks it made on my core as my name faded with the air you let out. It was really the start of everything — especially my own downfall.
I never really recovered from your gaze. That look of sheer delight and profound passion as you rambled about the things you love. The things I knew nothing about. I could’ve sworn they reflect one infinite piscina of memories at times — the ones you, yourself, are scared to explore.
I never really skipped any moment. Time won’t bend, yes, but it seems that my mind has found a way to freeze time still and keep us together. My lips crave to scream my desperation of staying still right here with you. My hands could claw to hold you close. My eyes, tongue, my thoughts, and soul — my whole entire being wage war against each other as
all these made me drown
in a pool of my own blood; my despair
all these made me realize
i could’ve stopped you as you left.
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