It all threatens to come out at some point. The feelings I’ve been suppressing all these times, ones that I choose to ignore and pretend it never existed in the place— it suddenly bursts out today just because the thought of me seeing him again. Even though I know it wouldn’t happen. It’s not happening.
I believed it disappeared. I believe I’ve moved on. I believe I no longer cared.
But the bitter truth is, it was just me pretending that it was gone.
But every little things that I do, what I see and what I remember, it all goes back to him.
“What if he’s here?”
“Imagine if it’s him.”
“Him.”
And you know what the funniest thing is?
We weren’t anything to begin with.