I find myself thinking about them, friends who’ve disappeared in the pages of history. How many of them are happy? How many of them are just faking it? Wearing their smile like pieces of accessories, taking it off when they reach home? How many changes have they seen since we parted? Would we cross paths again or is this it? Are the memories that we may preserve the last of what we have of each other?
I find myself thinking about them, people whom I didn’t really like. Sometimes I wish I can forgot the words of those who hurt but flipping back the pages of history I can’t help but recall, every word, every syllable, every look and every gesture. I wonder where they’re at, and did they find someone to hurt them the way they hurt others?
I find myself thinking about them, nostalgic about the days of yesterday, when it was much easier to say sorry, when goodbye meant see you tomorrow, and take care actually meant take care of yourself, when the biggest loss was losing a sock, when the biggest gain was a teddy bear.
Don’t you wish we can go back to having feelings so pure?
Spiteful words can hurt your feelings but silence breaks your heart. ~Author Unknown