Sometimes I forget the bad things. But today I'm not worried about it. It is not that I am trying to forget the pain that your distance brings to my heart. It is that now, when it finally comes to its end, I am looking for the good memories to keep in my heart, so when I look back I will remember you as the guy I met in Merida.
I will keep your smiles, your looks, your smell, your voice, the sound of your laugh, your footsteps and the touch of your skin. I will remember the good times, when you used to write me, to send SMS to me, to wait for me on the chat. Then, it will be a nice memory.
They say that when somebody dies, it is better to forget the bad things and remember the good ones. Well, J isn't dead, and I hope that he'll live for a long time and have a great life, but my feelings are dying, and whatever we had is already dead.
So, for the good times, I'll go back to the days when everything I had was your smile on my head...
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