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Life Goes On...



The rain pours on and I stare at the ceiling in the house, trying to forget yet another stupid heart break…

Years have gone by as fast as minutes and over time. Dreams have turned into memories, some good; some bad, other dreams have just been shelved away and forgotten.

Time flies by ever so faithfully and consistently. If only we were like time… Doing what we are meant to do instead of getting lost in frivolous activity. If only we were so reliable…

But then life will be boring, wouldn’t it?

It is the risks and uncertainties that make us laugh, cry, hope and strive.

I look at the rain against the window. I feel like my tears are flowing at the same pace, but nothing matters now…

If only I... (sniff)... no more regrets ...

It is over…

Again… It is over again. I just don't seem to learn...

In fact, the world seems to promises yet another string of misadventures.

I look at the screen of the phone and I envy it… So unemotional… Just buzzing away.

I must have pressed the speed dial on the phone by mistake and I can see the name of my EX flashing… I don’t know if I should wait for her to pick and tell her, I had called by mistake… Instead I hit the cancel button. Scroll through the contacts, highlight her name and press the delete key.

I force a smile… but I am sure my face bears a grimace instead. I remember all those exciting and trying moments. The people who looked at us in admiration and respect as we pushed year after year together.

Sometimes I miss that the new found sense of responsibility that she gave me.

Sometimes I miss that phone call that I can make at any time and talk about any thing to someone… who would listen.

But the clock ticks by in a hurry to get to the end of the world, so does life… Life goes on.

Comments

kipepeo said…
yes life does go on. I know its hard and everything feels like its just whizzing past and it should pause, if only for you to catch your breath, but it doesnt. Thats life I guess. virtual hug though!!
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gishungwa said…
why does that sound so damn farmiliar over and over again....
Tweety said…
If that story is real, then I won't tell you how sorry I am because I'm not. At this point you need emotional strength, and when people "woishe" you, it doesn't help. So I'll say, congratulations, you're on your way to finding someone even better. Coz if you had it that good, I don't expect that you'll lower your standards. Besides, if you spend too much time being sad, you might miss someone that's right under your nose!
On the other hand, if it's a fictional story, you're one hell of a writer. How many men, besides James Patterson, can write about emotions like that?

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