It’s been years and
the thought of him still tends to linger through my mind, often times keeping me up awake at night reminiscing, wondering, dwelling. I’m glad that those things don’t occupy my thoughts while I’m awake (going to school, doing daily chores, talking to other dudes) you know, mostly my “daylight” activities. Now that I think about it, I only chose to refer to what we had as lust, only because I didn’t wanna look stupid speaking about love when you never felt the same way. I do believe it was love, for me. Maybe it could have been something better, at another time in life. But who knows? I’ve learn to forgive the past, let it all go, and keep the feelings I can’t seem to force myself to forget about deep inside, nowhere to be noticed, by anybody else but me. So far so good, because it’s easier to act like you don’t care, than to deal with every emotion and explain all the reasons why you still do.
