I've seen a few depictions of the average guy who hasn't gotten over his ex-girlfriend. He's so sad because everything he does reminds him of her. He remembers what her favorite drink is, and he can't bring himself to drink it. He can't visit a park that she loved to go to. Friends they held in common become unbearable to him. Every reminder of that girl tortures him.
That's not me. Every reminder of you makes me happy. From red velvet cake to Final Fantasy, I love them no less just because you love them so much. For example, the park we spent our last outing at? I really still love it and want to wander around it. I think of that time we spent holding hands and walking along, remembering how your hand felt in mine. I chuckle at our jellybean antics before the dance recital. My memories of our lovely times together doesn't make me mourn your current absence. They help to keep me sure that we've always had something wonderful between us, and that thought gives me joy.
You'd think, then, that I wouldn't be so depressed. Unfortunately, I get enveloped by the regret of my mistakes and the emptiness of your abandonment. If only you would make more nice memories with me... I should be grateful, though, that you left me with the bright memories that we made. So, thank you for those. I will never forget them.
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