Monday, June 6, 2011

The Past

You wake up and stand before the mirror. What you see, you hate. Your past flashes before you on the glass. You know you aren’t dating him anymore, but you can’t help but wonder where you would be right now if you were. You turn around and walk to the bed and sit. His paralyzing ‘I love you’ plays back in your head as a not-so-distant memory. All the images come back to you like a jolt of energy, surging through your veins. You can’t help but think about the times you two shared. They’ll always be in the back of your mind. When you feel the cool covers on the bed rubbing against the palm of your hands, you can’t help but remember the times that you looked into each other’s eyes. All the times you held your breath waiting for that moment of euphoria. The moment of your hands interlocking, coming together as one. You close your eyes, hoping he’ll take you back. You’ve left all the hints you can, now it’s up to him to realize the mistake he made. 

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