I just kept her away. I didn’t throw. I just slipped it in between. Why? Don’t know. Maybe it’s the only photo of her I ever had? Maybe she was my first and wanted to keep for remembrance. And I never looked at it ever since the break up.
Somehow, I took the book out. I am not sure whether anyone has seen it before. Not sure whether my mom did flip the book when she does the cleaning. Not sure about my sister if she wanted to read about “psychology” or not.
All I know is that she was kept inside that book. Until today, I flipped it out. Slowly. Pages by pages. Until I saw…. It wasn’t a good sight. Her melachony look. The stillness in her eyes. I could still remember that she told me she cried the other night before taking that photo. I was speechless.
To this day, I always remembered that she always complaining that I do not love her. Maybe I am. She says that I never say the little 3 letter words. Those 3 loving yet dangerous words. Is it so hard to say? It was hard for me back then. Don’t know why. Maybe you all would say that I don’t really love her anyhow.
It doesn’t matter anymore now. Let bygone be bygone.
Make it the final installment for the emo month thingy…
*I am suppose to post this thing up by the end of the month. Yet,my emotion was well, kinda emo for this past few days. I think I better end it as soon as possible. In fact, over this whole week, my feelings like kind of ups and downs. It’s going through all the lovey dovey thing process again. So, am I in love?*
On this day..
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