Drinking my coffee and waiting for my friend.
Life's good.
Got my friends and family and i got my old self back. Here i am enjoying myself again. My mind wanders how it all was a few years back when
I was such a mess and in a hellhole wherein no one can help me but myself.
It's been 3 years.
3 years since you left.
That's how long i haven't seen you, talked to you and hugged you.
3 years of trying to get back on my feet after being in a hole for so long.
3 years of mixed emotions and getting over you.
Don't go there. But its too late. Memories of how i was when you left comes flooding in.
2 miserable, toxic years.
That's how long it took for me to realize you weren't coming back.
2 years of living like a zombie and working myself to death.
2 years of being in a drunken haze and in a mindless stupor.
2 years of hurting and denial and missing you like hell.
Get a grip!
This is my year.
You're nothing but a distant memory now... it's my first good year being single and alone and living my life with you finally off everything.
I see my friend as she comes in...
I smile. That's all in the past. I'm over that.
She flops in front me and we talk like the bestfriends we were. Endlessly.
She fidgets. She's not telling me something.
"Spit it out".
Then she drops the bomb-
"He's back."
Life's good.
Got my friends and family and i got my old self back. Here i am enjoying myself again. My mind wanders how it all was a few years back when
I was such a mess and in a hellhole wherein no one can help me but myself.
It's been 3 years.
3 years since you left.
That's how long i haven't seen you, talked to you and hugged you.
3 years of trying to get back on my feet after being in a hole for so long.
3 years of mixed emotions and getting over you.
Don't go there. But its too late. Memories of how i was when you left comes flooding in.
2 miserable, toxic years.
That's how long it took for me to realize you weren't coming back.
2 years of living like a zombie and working myself to death.
2 years of being in a drunken haze and in a mindless stupor.
2 years of hurting and denial and missing you like hell.
Get a grip!
This is my year.
You're nothing but a distant memory now... it's my first good year being single and alone and living my life with you finally off everything.
I see my friend as she comes in...
I smile. That's all in the past. I'm over that.
She flops in front me and we talk like the bestfriends we were. Endlessly.
She fidgets. She's not telling me something.
"Spit it out".
Then she drops the bomb-
"He's back."
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