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We Once Were Lovers
I still remember it all.
Do you remember that last night? I do. It plays like a reel in my mind when I’m trying to go to sleep. Your face flickers behind my eyelids, and my chest feels like it becomes a black hole where my heart should be. I could fall into a silent tomb within the universe, and I wouldn’t fight it.
That’s what losing you was like. Was it the same for you? Or are you out there living your best life while you push away any hint of memory you might have had of me? Are you smiling for the cameras? Are you brushing away any stray questions about your love life? And are you closing your eyes and sighing because you hate to be reminded of past mistakes?
I stopped checking social media a long time ago. Then the television went too. And the music? Oh, I blast metal now because I know that’s a genre you would never touch. The radio, though, is quicksand because I always worry I’ll hear your next single that’ll make the wound slice open up in my chest again.
All of it, gone. All of it, untouchable.
But I can’t blame you. I had my hand to play in the game too. I didn’t like the long hours, the paparazzi scares, the matter of hiding away just to keep hold of any shred of privacy. Loving you became like another job, no matter how much I wish that hadn’t been the case. But I started…
