I’ve been there. Left. Without any
explanation, let alone a proper closure as to why our relationship was over.
He lived in another continent and
I couldn’t just knock his door, be mad at him and demand an answer. It was just
an email titled “It’s Over”.
These things happen. You thought
you’re in the track but it turned out not.
I never get closure from him, hell
he changed his fixline number and office email. It’s more like a notification
instead of a break up talk.
Took me a year to realize, I
might not get closure from him. But I could provide a closure for myself.
Just like a song stays in your
head, like a tunes repeat over and over again. The way I think how my life
should be.
How any small forgettable detail
holds my attention. How I carry the past inside of me every day toward my
future.
How I keep running away from my
own shadow but it keeps on coming wherever I go.
Just like Adel’s song, chasing pavement...
I’ve made up my mind, dont need to think it over
If I’m wrong, I am right
Dont need to look further, this ain’t lust
I know this is love. But, if I tell the world
I’ll never say enough cause it was not said to you
And that’s exactly what I need to do
If I end up with you
Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements?
Even if I knew my place
Should I give up Or should I just keep chasing pavements
Even if it leads nowhere
I build myself up and fly around in circles
Waitin’ as my heart drops and my back begins to tingle
Finnaly, could this be it.
You could pretend. You could
delude yourself. But you couldn’t re-create what’s over. There’s no way you
could correct what has happened.
That’s why I write, because
writing makes me look back. Because since I can’t control my life, at least I
cancontrol my version.
But you know what, as cliche as it
sounds, life goes on. People forget. Time heals. The scar is there, just like a
souvenir. Simple as that.
Now, me, myself and I ready and
brave to face my new chapter of love life...
Heii... am I ?
