Till short time ago, when I was a bit more optimistic, memories were helpful and pleasant. They helped to put up the breake up and to keep dreams for future. Like oxygen in underwater. I wished to remember them, to live in flashbacks as often as possible.
But now they have become painfull and to sharp like a knife. They just symbolize a lost and disappeared past and hopeless future. They show me even more and stronger what I lost. Something remind me my beloved made me happy, repaired my mood and gave me opportunity to imagine as like I had still been in those nice times. But now cold reality does not allow me even to imagine. They changed from oxygen to ghost I try to hide. With each of those wonderfull memories with her it becomes more and more difficult to consider I will just continue to miss her. The worst one, they started to have different meanings.
What did you do to me so cruel my everything?
By walking away.
Even the most wonderfull moments of us are too heavy to carry for me now.
But now they have become painfull and to sharp like a knife. They just symbolize a lost and disappeared past and hopeless future. They show me even more and stronger what I lost. Something remind me my beloved made me happy, repaired my mood and gave me opportunity to imagine as like I had still been in those nice times. But now cold reality does not allow me even to imagine. They changed from oxygen to ghost I try to hide. With each of those wonderfull memories with her it becomes more and more difficult to consider I will just continue to miss her. The worst one, they started to have different meanings.
What did you do to me so cruel my everything?
By walking away.
Even the most wonderfull moments of us are too heavy to carry for me now.
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