Sunday, June 19, 2011

"She will be loved...

...I know that goodbye means nothing all...Comes back and makes me catch her every time she falls "

This song had meant a lot to her. At different points of her life. For different people. From different people. She hoped. So much so that, whenever it played, in her head or outside, the pain and melancholy would be just beautifully unbearable.
She knew that it never did really mean anything to anyone but her. But she'd still pretend, maybe as a way to absolve herself of the guilt of hurting herself time and again. Pretend there were others hurt more than her.

You see in a perfect world, this is how it is supposed to be.
A slow dance is just that. An entire night spent talking to someone is to be only that much.A quiet drive with 4 others is only a drive. Confessions in a drunken stupor are to be forgotten with the hangover. A gaze that lasts for 10 seconds is to last only for 10 seconds.
Frivolous memories , not to be looked at with a "what if " . To give way to the real.

They are only but memories now.
Frivolous ones that too.

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