It’s rainy today, misty. I wake up on a bed of fog and when I try to touch the ground, there’s nothing there. I think I am still caught in the dream. I dreamt that we were having a conversation. Funny, right? How life, how a part in your brain somewhere, not in the conscious side of it, tries to surface something, to talk to someone who doesn’t exist.

I lay back down on my pillow and a flashback takes me back in time. To when moments meant something completely different.

I close my eyes and the words, the crazy nights, the touches, the way we knew how to move our bodies in sync, they show something. Or maybe it was just a cloud, we were up on a cloud, all these happened but then they had to evaporate.

I thought we are together through thick and thin. Through scars, through the crazy highs, to the dirt lows. I thought and silly me, I felt, like that was the only way. Through thick and thin.

I open my eyes. I exhale you, I exhale everything. I know there will soon be someone else next to me. But will it ever mean the same, will it ever feel like thick or thin, like the same bond, or will it just be another one.


  1. Beautiful capture of letting go of someone. This resonates with me on past romances, where I thought that this is it, there can’t be anyone else for me, then out of nowhere someone else comes along, in time especially when I wasn’t looking, although it doesn’t feel the same as before, (each person has a unique fingerprint for a reason) it’s different and you trust slowly, you become a little more cautious until it feels right, before you know it you’re dancing to a different rhythm, a new one, that matches you and this new person. Your past still remains in the back of your head you scroll through the memories every now and then, and one day as much as you try to hold on to fades slowly with each new experience.

    1. I think this is the most beautiful reply anyone has ever given to me, offline and online.
      Slowly, it does fade away, otherwise we would be even so more captive. It is hard when dealing with heartbreak, you feel like the dance you and the other person had was the only one. But I you are right, slowly, you learn to dance on another rhtythm. Because life has this power of reinventing itself, and of always bringing back hope and love.

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