Wednesday, February 11, 2009

The Evidence Of History

Sometimes I touch the things you used to touch, looking for echoes of your fingers.

27 comments:

morris said...

exactly. I do everyday. even if it hurts a little.

AJ said...

Beautiful blog!! You have inspired me.
http://soshetellsyou.blogspot.com

ellipsisx26 said...

I do too, love. I do too.

Nunu Fithria said...

a very beautiful, beautiful line. Thanks for writing these, you've been my latest inspiration these days :--)

Anonymous said...

I don't have anything left to touch anymore.

tram said...

i'm with anomymous, i'm both saddened and glad I don't have anything of his lying around..waiting to be remembered & missed (then eventually cried over).

aShA said...

we do this all the time. nice words :)

Anonymous said...

the echoes are all I have left.

SleepingBeauty said...

Awwww...

*tear*

Anonymous said...

Your fingers.

Anonymous said...

Me, too.
This blog makes me feel like I'm not going through this alone.
Thank you for that.

Anonymous said...

I still have the apple you gave to me 2 months ago, it's slowly drying up, sitting on my dresser. Seeing it makes me happy and sad at the same time.

tianam0nique.--* said...

OMG SO I LOVE THIS.

beautiful line... geeeesh..

Anonymous said...

i stopped touching them and stopped crying.

bunga candu said...

the longing finds it's own form and shapes a beautiful sorrow
A silent hollow
I tell you now,I'm missing you too, but not in the way you want me to

Iamlistening said...

Sometimes I fear that someone reaching to touch my heart will feel your touch lingering and fail to touch it as you had.

Anonymous said...

I haven't done that for a long time. Maybe I am finally getting over him.

bunga mawar said...

bunga candu,

if you are who i think you are, i'm sorry you feel that way, but i sure miss you, in that way you were not expecting me to.

Anonymous said...

One day, I will get over you.

mf said...

but no matter how hard I try, I can no longer call up the echoes of your touch. I should be glad because it could mean I'm finally getting over you. But I'm not, because as much as I try to stop myself, I still find myself missing you during the quiet moments of my day.

Mila said...

And
yes,
i can feel them.
Only i don't know if it feels good
or sad.

caffeineoverdose said...

Nicely said.
One of my favourites! xD
Thank you for these :)

Sara said...

..it hurts so much.

Anonymous said...

I did just that before I came to read more of your brilliant blogs. When I randomly selected this one, read it, and cried. It hurts me to know you don't care anymore. It hurts that I'm sitting here writing about you, when you're off with the new one of the month. They say to forget the ones who've forgetten about you... but you gave me something I've never felt before. I can't forget. I won't forget. The truth is, I've never missed something as much as us.

Anonymous said...

I do. And I trace your writing, so that my hand passes over the page where yours once would have. I miss you.

Karyn RR West 1 said...

rawr?

klara said...

How funny, I know this. And I'm not even in love. But I guess when I like people I like them a lot.
(It's going to be so epic when I really fall in love.)