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Thursday, October 23, 2008

Chapter 3: Memories.

Days seemed to last for a decade yet nights seemed to pass so fast. Every single day, he thought of her. But on this exact day, June 22th, she left his life. It’s been a year since she’s gone, still longing for her return. He missed her terribly much but couldn’t do anything about it.
“Do you still remember the song we used to sing, in my house? It’s playing on repeat, just like when we would meet. I’m so tired, of being alone all the time”, Simon said to himself .They used to sit and gossip about other people, in her school and his. They shared their problems; tell each other secrets, which all led Simon into a trap, a trap that he will not recover easy from. He desperately wanted to know the reason(s) why she toyed with him, but was too afraid on the other hand to find out the truth. They used to spend the whole night talking to each other, laughing, crying. They used to confide secrets and fears to each other, now all they do is exchange occasional greetings to each other if they met coincidentally. He dozed off, tired from all the memories of her.
The weekend was over, and he had woken up early for school. It was pouring heavily in the morning and he didn’t have an umbrella so he had to walk school under the rain, and got drenched. He walked by the streets where they met for their first date. It was filled with memories which he didn’t want to keep because they were all filled of perfect tattered pain. He had almost forgotten these memories but these streets reminded him once again. He missed being loved, but he knew that it would only cause him pain again. Still, he knew it was worth it, to know what it’s like to really love someone.

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