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Monday, April 07, 2003
I have become a number. I am one. It's not the easiest thing to bear. The flowers that once grew on your path to happiness are crushed, and if not, are slowly wilting away. The things you used to do with someone special are now a solitary moment that constantly tests you at each second that passes by. The things you knew before become something new, you are left at the middle for another reorientation in the disoriented lands. The moon you used to love, is now a sight to behold with so much pain in your heart. The stars so heavenly are now clouded with sorrowful beauty. There is always a sentimental memory that lingers in the air: it's so haunting, it doesn't go away. Your laughter turns into tears each time you remember. And though you will yourself to forget, you just can't. Because forgetting the past is like forgetting yourself. You just can't forget especially when your significant other is already a part of you. It's hard to accept the fact that your significant other becomes a "has-been" part of you.
3 years of hello leads to a goodbye.
"Loving is so easy, yet forgetting is so long..." - Pablo Neruda (Tonight I can Write)
