Last night, I opened my school bag and found this almost-empty bottle of his cologne which I got from him. I sprayed some on my wrist and cried like I never cried before. I clutched it, not wanting to let go as if my life depended on it. I know keeping it would just hurt me so I threw it away.
I envy my mother. You see, my father was her first and last boyfriend so she never had to experience this incredibly painful, unimaginable feeling I am feeling right now and probably for the next days, weeks to come. It`s too painful that crying for one straight day is never enough. Even when I thought I was too weary or too tired to cry, I still did `cause everything around me reminds me of him. Listening to songs I used to sing before bacause I was so happily in love just makes me sad, now.
I discovered something about myself just last night and my best friend helped me discover it. I am too selfless, that even though I`m hurt, I go on, pretending everything`s fine because I love too much. I loved too much that I didn`t care what I was feeling, I suppose.
So, yeah, lesson learned, don`t ever give anyone your everything `cause when that day comes, when you least expect it, he`ll be gone and you`ll have nothing left but an empty bottle of his cologne.







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