The saddest word
in the whole wide world
is the word almost.
He was almost in love.
She was almost good for him.
He almost stopped her.
She almost waited.
He almost lived.
They almost made it.
Is it true when they say that if you can’t fall asleep, it’s because you’re awake in someone else’s dream?
I’m sitting here in the library where there is no association of you. We had never went here before, it’s far from our old spots, and here’s to one of the places that I have no memories with you.
But the longer I stay in here, the more deeper my studying goes, why in the world do you pop up into my mind?
Why do I strongly feel that you are here, when you’re clearly not. Why do I remember the exact feelings, the exact routine of how we would be when we were to study together?
Why are you still even a thought that didn’t leave when you had physically left already?
I can’t help but let the thought remind me of the pain you brought to the people you once so closely were associated with and the character that it ended bringing out of you.
If you are that type of person that puts a new someone on the top pedestal and shun the ones who have been by your side for years, then you should start giving a *disclaimer to everyone new that you meet. You should let them know that a new friendship with you is only temporary and that in due time, you will soon be forgotten just like those before.
But I still can’t believe it sometimes. That there are people like you out there in this world. What’s even more unbelievable is that there are people just like you that keep this cycle going.
You would think that you would have learned from the past or at least have seen the lasting affect that it had to the ones who really cared about you and have loved you.
What ever made you so close-minded and so stubbornly cold?