I look at his photograph sometimes. I hide all the memories like the most precious treasure inside my broken heart. Yes, it still hurts. He left me crying on the floor, trying to put all the pieces of my shattered soul together.
I still remember his last “Goodbye”. He said he will move on with his life.
I remember when we met for the first time. Everything began with a sincere smile. We went through many rainy storms together. I grew up with him.
Not only my partner, he was my best friend too. I never loved anyone as much as I loved him. We thought our love would last forever.
He hurt me. He changed. We changed. Each morning, I was waking up looking for the person I once fell in love with. Neither I could recognize his actions, nor I could understand myself.
I started to fall out of love with him. I knew I deserved better. However, at the same time, I didn’t want to give up on love that quickly; I felt empty because I couldn’t imagine my life without him.
Another failed love.
It’s so strange how quickly people come and go. It’s so sad that someone who used to mean everything to you now means nothing. It’s unexplainable how people who once loved each other so fiercely, become strangers. Out of nowhere.
Love is strange. Love is mad.
I saw him yesterday. He was standing at the corner of the street. Our eyes met, our lips smiled. “How are you?” – we whispered to each other.
It wasn’t the same way we looked at each other. It wasn’t the same innocent smile we shared the day when we met. We had nothing to say.
We looked like two strangers. We were two strangers.
While I was passing the street with eyes full of tears, I realized that it was over. There was no one to blame. Something changed inside us, and we couldn’t bring it back. It was meant to be.
Life goes on…but memories stay.
Sometimes, people enter our lives to teach us a lesson. Then, they move on with their lives, leaving a space for another person to come. We learn. We grow.
We move on with our lives, in hope and faith. We become stronger. We still believe in love. And we dare risk again.
Because love is what keeps us alive.
Image: Robert Marcillas Ronda