Diary Entry 14.
Chasing the Wind
Your gentle pecks on my forehead.
Your warm fingers interlocked with mine.
Your caress on my head.
Your nose rubbing against mine.
Us cuddling in the dark.
What were you thinking when doing those actions?
What am I to you?
Why did I allow myself to get attached to you?
Why did you spoil me with so much affection?
Why did I stick around despite the circumstances?
I am lost. I am hurt. I am confused. I want to talk to you. I want you to call me during ungodly hours. I want you to appear by my doorstep. I want you to hold me passionately during these lonely nights. I want to return to the past, return to the ignorant state. For once I want to be greedy. For once I want to follow my emotions, ignore any reason. For once, I just want to feel. No thinking.
But it’s too late.
All I see is your back turned against me, as you walk into the distance never to return.
All I have left is myself.
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