Memories

Hello everyone, I have dearly missed you all. I hit a bit of a writer’s block and I know, a month and a half looks like too long a period you would say but you wouldn’t comprehend the maze that is my mind but  cheers all around- MidtownFunk is back.

*harlem shakes, cue entry music and fireworks*

I have been trying to figure out how to move forward with my thoughts ever since I returned to school and had to face her, her the girl who broke my heart whom you’ve all come to know. This was bound to happen eventually and so I was dreading it so much that it consumed me and caused the block. Today I will delve into my interaction with her thus far and how much of an emotional roller coaster it has been for me.

I never thought for a single day in my life someone would cause me so much pain and happiness in a single moment as she did that morning I saw her. She was exactly how I remembered her; pretty with a smile that could light up a village on a starless, moonless night. Her hair smelt exactly as it did the last time I was as close to her, not exactly daisies but you get my drift. Her skin against elicited the same pulsating electricity that caused a tingling which brought back memories of tender loving all those months ago as we lay side by side in bed gazing into each others’ eyes, not uttering a word but speaking volumes in that moment. Lord knows how I dreaded letting her go from that hug.

My heart was conflicted, it felt as though it was being pulled apart at the seams all over again but this time I didn’t want it to end. All those nights I spent hating her were all for nothing, it just got eroded as I stared into the eyes that I fell in love with. As I write this it has been two years six days since I shook her hand for the first time. This is going to be a rough couple of days because so much happened between us the next couple of days after we met and I felt it would only be fitting to reminisce seeing as I’m already a wreck after seeing her after all this while.

It should have been us.. But we don’t always get what we want do we?

It has been two years, six days of my life’s greatest love and hurt journey, and I’d do it over again in a heartbeat.

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