Si doare tot mai tare…

E ciudat cum toţi alergăm după fericire. Deşi nici unul nu ştie cum arată fericirea. Ne izbim unii în alţii, we dirt our shoulders off and move on. O miscare repetată mecanic, simetrică şi continuă. Continuă. Eternă. Singurii martori ai fericirii trecătoare rămân cicatricele emoţionale. Puternice şi adânci. La fel de eterne ca gestul în sine.

As part of the healing process, I reminiscent. On the good days. And I wonder.. am I insane for not forgetting you? Are you some twisted obsession  that I can’t seem to let go? Or are you simply the one. The one who’s never meant to be forgotten. Or lost.   

As years go by, I find it hard to move on. To accept the betrayal. I still feel like it never happened.. like it’s all in my imagination and you’re actually the guy I fell in love with. It’s either denial. Or pure insanity… ‘Cause I can’t find a reason to why I still madly love you.  

One Response to “Si doare tot mai tare…”

  1. - Says:
    October 1st, 2009 at 6:55 pm

    Yay you’re back! I missed the shock I got everytime i read ur posts realising I don’t know you at all. Nice of you to reconfirm. lol

    you don’t seem this way.. you’re the most bubbly person I’ve ever met. Not to mention that with all those men at your feet every fuckin night I find it hard to believe you actually LACK someone’s presence. That damn idiot.

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