Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima Mon Amour
“Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.”
— Vladimir Nabokov
I dread the inevitable day where I won’t know a single thing about you.
right now, I know everything about you. Your smile, your lips, your eyes, your hearty laugh.
or how you nervously chew on your fingers when you’re stressed out, or how you playfully pout whenever you wanted something.
but one day, down the line I won’t know a single thing about you.
because nothing lasts forever.
so ill hold on tightly to these memories & remember them for as long as i can.
It’s been officially 3 months since we’ve last spoken.
101 days to be exact.
I was such a fool to think within these days apart, you would cave and message me, letting me know just how much you missed me.
I still have hope that we will reconnect, whether it’s day from now, months, years.
I won’t be sitting around & waiting for that text message, no. But apart of me knows, when I least expect it, I’ll hear from you.
But then again, I miss you everyday and I still haven’t reached out.
You were once home to me, my person, my everything. Now I’ve lost you forever, and we’re just strangers with each-other’s secrets.
I often reminisce about my cold behaviour towards you, and how poorly I treated you.
See, I never loved myself, in fact, I despise myself. My actions towards you, were just a mere reflection about how I feel of myself.
Still, that doesn’t justify my actions or how I treated you and I would love more than anything to apologize to you.
I hope you’re doing good, & you’ve found someone that’s the perfect fit for you.
In another lifetime maybe </3
May the highest level of Jannah be written for our parents.
ameen 🤍
