Monday, July 11, 2011
I can still think of a hundred ways to meet you again, my cheeks still wet from all the crying, words all burnt out. But that's never going to happen. I'm only left with this dull lingering heartache that eroded every single ounce of joy that came my way...
All I really want to do right now is be grown up. Get past this awkward stage of easing into adulthood, watching everyone ease awkwardly in. Attempts to impress, dress, drive, date, try, and try, and try, god it is so tiring watching it, feeling like I'm not a part of it, not being able to decide if I want to be a part of it.
This is the end of touch, the beginning of sound and words and maybe sight until we meet again. Someday. In the future further than future. It hurts.
Posted by G Cheng at 9:18 PM