(this post is inspired by this song and the things that went through my mind during my walk home)
Maybe I just wished to be a little more than a beautiful painting hanging on your wall of memories. Or maybe it is that I wanted you to be more than just a ghost of some feeling I’ve had.
Last night I was laughing so honestly, so naturally. And then I realized I was not thinking about you so far, I’ve realized I was so alive. But it did not feel wrong. You asked me to forgive you, and even though I don’t believe there is anything to be forgiven, I decided to do so. You have asked me to let go of you, ’cause you were no longer into me, you’re heart was so far away it would be impossible for me to reach. A good memory I’d become, you said to me.
You have asked for forgiven, and to forgive is (most times) to forget. So here we are, you are forgiven and it seems soon you’ll be forgotten, even if that is not what I wished it to be. But it is as it has to be. And I don’t think it makes that great a difference, since you have already forgotten me.
(Don’t wanna seek so I may find…and I have been so oftentimes finding things I don’t wanna see)
