I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for.
You were meant to read these words.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
The Evidence Of History
Sometimes I touch the things you used to touch, looking for echoes of your fingers.
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).
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.
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.
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.)
Sometimes I touch the things you used to touch, looking for echoes of your fingers.
exactly. I do everyday. even if it hurts a little.
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I do too, love. I do too.
ReplyDeletea very beautiful, beautiful line. Thanks for writing these, you've been my latest inspiration these days :--)
ReplyDeleteI don't have anything left to touch anymore.
ReplyDeletei'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).
ReplyDeletewe do this all the time. nice words :)
ReplyDeletethe echoes are all I have left.
ReplyDeleteAwwww...
ReplyDelete*tear*
Your fingers.
ReplyDeleteMe, too.
ReplyDeleteThis blog makes me feel like I'm not going through this alone.
Thank you for that.
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.
ReplyDeleteOMG SO I LOVE THIS.
ReplyDeletebeautiful line... geeeesh..
i stopped touching them and stopped crying.
ReplyDeletethe longing finds it's own form and shapes a beautiful sorrow
ReplyDeleteA silent hollow
I tell you now,I'm missing you too, but not in the way you want me to
Sometimes I fear that someone reaching to touch my heart will feel your touch lingering and fail to touch it as you had.
ReplyDeleteI haven't done that for a long time. Maybe I am finally getting over him.
ReplyDeletebunga candu,
ReplyDeleteif 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.
One day, I will get over you.
ReplyDeletebut 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.
ReplyDeleteAnd
ReplyDeleteyes,
i can feel them.
Only i don't know if it feels good
or sad.
Nicely said.
ReplyDeleteOne of my favourites! xD
Thank you for these :)
..it hurts so much.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteI do. And I trace your writing, so that my hand passes over the page where yours once would have. I miss you.
ReplyDeleterawr?
ReplyDeleteHow funny, I know this. And I'm not even in love. But I guess when I like people I like them a lot.
ReplyDelete(It's going to be so epic when I really fall in love.)