Aug 19, 2013 01:03
Our time is past. For a fleeting moment, we allowed ourselves to be suspended in midair, in a dream, not minding if time freezes around us. We had our time, but it is now gone. It is a different time, you are a different you, I am a different me. I was almost sure you were the one, but the world was kind enough to divulge that you were part of a sham which you and my imagination forged into what seemed a genuine perfection. But like any other thing in this world, you were not. And worse.
After the bubble burst, you awakened all the monsters in my head and you took away the peace. It took me years to restore my calm and to be over you, to be over that sham. And it was not easy pretending that I was not affected, that I was okay with all that. I don't want none of that again. Don’t you even dare consider coming back. You do not have the right.
But for what it is worth, thank you for the lesson.
First Part, from The Untold
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