good lord, this is painful, just to support all those lousy falshbacks i've been having i had to go back to that page, to check if i could see something that proves his existence. indeed, there it is, a picture of *them*, somewhere, probably during a hike, or chilling at a place, holding each other's hands intertwined above their heads, stretching their backs out or so it seems.
she: in a pretty SHORT red red red dress. he: in the jeans i bought him and his brown shirt.
gosh, she is so beautiful, from afar, at least, and tiny, she is doing sth with him, that he would have flat out refused to do when we were together, so i suppose she has an amazing and great influence on him.
it hurts, of course.
that it's not me, who can enjoy this, but oh well.
all that i have left is to revel in the fact, that i have loved
and re-agonize the pain of having lost.
such is life,
i guess.
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