i always carry parts of you wherever i go. your jokes seem to always fit my backpack and i still laugh at them every time i’m alone at the usual spot we have at malls: the convenient store. the memories of us wondering about our lives once we get out of school lie inside the pocket of my jeans. every single laughter stays in my ears like fireflies caged in a jar, flying around and playing with one another.
there isn’t a time when i wouldn’t ask the sky and the glistening grounds about how you’ve been today. i listen to the sound of rain hoping it doesn’t bother you that much like how it does to me. every single rain drop that falls on the UV’s window makes me wish you wouldn’t let the water fall out of your eyes, too.
i can’t seem to accept the fact that we’re living under the same, bright sun but not on the same ground anymore. you were there to witness each detail of my life, as if i was an open book and you were my avid reader. you made each scene bearable than it’s supposed to be, and i’ll always be thankful for that. but maybe it’s time for me to put my jeans in the laundry basket, unlock the jars, and set the voices free. i guess it’s time to defamiliarize myself from all things tangible — let each place we used to visit become a place i’d never been to; let each conversation turn into an empty chat box; let every empty room remain empty like we never stayed there before; let every music we listened and sang to sound new to our ears.
you still have me anytime you choose to bombard my house — of couse you do. you are always welcome to barge my walls like you always do, but maybe at this moment of our lives we’re supposed to create new memories and experience the unknown has offered to us. for now, i’d stop shedding tears over forgotten memories and let myself wander around this new world i’m currently facing.
i’m so sorry. thank you. for everything.
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