#4124 #tdnfeeling I know whats beautiful. Looking at you. Somehow, when our story ends, Im still stuck on you. I met (or should I say saw) you in a friends reunion of our past class. I could barely take a look directly to your eyes, or even take a quick glance. I know why I couldnt. It was that I was afraid. I was afraid of facing you and recalling old memories. I want to remember you, and all the memories that have you inside, as a happy time of my student life. But I cant. When the pain, and the joy cling together so tightly, I can hardly call up one without reminiscing about the other. I was afraid of pain. The pain that I saw through your eyes... I couldnt talk with you, couldnt say a word to you. You (intentionally) pretended to act to me as a normal friend. And so, I pretended to act to you the same. But then I realized that I couldnt just let everything, both wonderful and painful, that happened between us go away and behaved as nothing had ever existed. So I decided to create a profound hatred of me to you. I believed when I did so, you and I would never meet again, and our memories together would fade out through time. I hurt you, and somehow I hurt myself.
Posted on: Sat, 23 Aug 2014 13:36:11 +0000
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