Do you remember
me?
An eternity after I met you, your voice still lingers in my mind. Your music plays in the background in a loop while I dwell on the memories. I acquired some of your habits too, both good and bad.
How I wish I could un-meet the iridescent soul of yours.
I remember the day you bought your first Marlboro pack on a whim. I was shocked, at how unpredictable you were. And maybe that is when I should have known.
I wish I could rewind back to the moment I laid my eyes on you. And leave it at that. I should've known it, the minute I saw your tattooed sleeve. I should've known that you were a bad idea.
I should have known the moment you made me rethink, when you complicated the most simplest of things.
And how could I have
failed to see beyond your smile, which with time has been the most difficult
thing to efface from my mind.
I was never allowed in the world you sequestered yourself to and I always believed it to be ordinary. I should have known better.
He leaves the letter for her beside the red roses and closes his eyes; the image of her blood spurting from her artery makes him nauseous. He leaves the cemetery.
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