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so. it really feels over now, doesnt it?
i cant describe it.
its wierd and empty and distant and awkward.
and i was hoping it wouldnt be.. but it became inevitable i think.
its ironic the things i realized i had forgotten though. this numerous amount of faded images and soundless traces of actions and lingered feelings of your hand on my skin that have overwhelmed me recently... thats what makes it painful. physical pain.
because it is so far in my past now that it feels like it happened to another person. like i am a prisoner inside someone else's head, almost haunted with their thoughts and memories of a boy whose voice becomes less audible in my ears the more time i spend away from him.
do you remember what it feels like for our faces to be nearly touching and the warmth of each others breath brushing the others features?
im starting to forget.
im sorry. i dont know what to do to make myself remember.
i cant describe it.
its wierd and empty and distant and awkward.
and i was hoping it wouldnt be.. but it became inevitable i think.
its ironic the things i realized i had forgotten though. this numerous amount of faded images and soundless traces of actions and lingered feelings of your hand on my skin that have overwhelmed me recently... thats what makes it painful. physical pain.
because it is so far in my past now that it feels like it happened to another person. like i am a prisoner inside someone else's head, almost haunted with their thoughts and memories of a boy whose voice becomes less audible in my ears the more time i spend away from him.
do you remember what it feels like for our faces to be nearly touching and the warmth of each others breath brushing the others features?
im starting to forget.
im sorry. i dont know what to do to make myself remember.