I know its not the month of Luuurve
They're not all do-over regrets, not all rending-of-clothes, gnashing-of-teeth regrets -- though some may be. Often our pains over lost loves are the kind that hit us gently when we see a face that looks familiar, or pass a restaurant where we enjoyed a good meal, or a bar we caught the eye of a person who has since disappeared from our lives. It's when we think briefly on some set of decisions we made in youth -- maybe our teenaged years, maybe six months ago -- which meant that someone we loved -- lustily, longingly, or lightly -- has drifted or slammed their way away. It's the kind when we wonder where a person is, and whether they think about us, and how it is that we don't know the answer to that because we used to know everything that person ever thought.
Sometimes we give up good people in our lives. Often, it's because we don't see the good until it's too late and they're long gone. Just as often, I suspect, it's because we do see the good, and it's just not the right time to have good in our lives. And then there are the poisonous or frustrating people we allow to linger too long, the relationships that we draw out because they pain us and the pain feels good, and then when they're gone -- there's a gaping absence where all that pain used to be. There are those we're not brave enough to kiss, and those we're not brave enough to hear tell us that they love us, and then there are those who run from our bravery -- from our valentines and protestations of eternal devotion.
And so we let those souls who have brought us happiness, companionship, good sex, or maybe just the promise of any of those, spin off into the world. We cut them lose consciously or unconsciously. And then we think later, "Wow, maybe I really let that one get away."
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Tempat jatuh lagi di kenang.. ini kan pula tempat bercinta
1 comment:
hahaha... betul la apa aku strike tuh.. hehe
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