Loving Like a Child, Mm

In That Haze — No19 (Micro)

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I’m writing in my diary, thinking of the days long past between you and me. The story of us — on and on it goes.

The day you told me you had cheated, I honestly thought I was going to die. My heart palpitated in my chest at a steady rhythm till I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Every single day, I sought out some kind of release in the form of stories and poems. I wanted to lie back and bury my face in my hands and never get up again.

But those days are long gone. We move on.

Dear Jordan, I write in the margins of my notebook, do you ever think about us?

Then I scribble out those words and begin again.

Dear Jordan, I write on a new page, are you ever going to come back to me?

Then I rip out the page and crumple it and throw it towards the trash bin. But it misses, landing just outside the basket. I roll my eyes and figure that’s just the way my life would go — wouldn’t it?

Dear Jordan, I begin anew, maybe our time is past. I tell myself I regret the days when you and I were something real. But I couldn’t admit that I always thought we might reunite in time. I listen to all your songs when no one else is around. Do you realize that? Is that why you keep writing to me in all the blank…