Do you know those dreams where you just wander around, not really doing much, meeting people but never stopping long enough for them to embrace your company?
After he left, I just waited. I had a book with me.
I walked around.
Like a child.
Unaffected, looking at everything with hopeful eyes, with a spring in every step, with a smile.
I met friends here and there, strangers to chat to, flowers to watch, sun on my skin.
But those aren't important.
I never even read the book that kept me company the whole time, I wasn't troubled at all.
But that's not important.
Because time passed, and I waited and I was filled with the sweet fulfillment, the confidence of having love and trust in your grasp.
Such beauty in my imaginary world.
So unknowing of what was to happen.
That he never came back.
Just like that.
Like nothing ever happened.
That I woke up and what's left was a hazy memory.
Of watching each other drift away.
Of slowly letting go, till only our fingertips touch.
And then.
The end.
Drift away.
Into nothingness.
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