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25.1.04
" This must be what they mean when they say “getting over” someone.
It’s not about not liking them anymore. It’s about forgetting.
Forgetting all the little things- the way he smells, the way he talks,
the way he furrows his brows when he doesn’t understand.
Forgetting all the phrases that were just him. Everything I guess.
Until all that you’re left with is a vague shadow in the distance and a
foreign name."
" And I’m sure to bump into him at uni. I keep imagining these hypothetical
situations when we do finally meet. And each time I act differently and
imagine his varied reaction. It’s almost as if I’m viewing, no - directing
a movie in the future and I rewrite the script, drafting the dialogue and the
actions, in this determined search for the perfect ending."
Why does reading over old diaries always bring on a sense of indescribable numbness.