Being dead sounds magnificent
“At a certain point, I just have to try not too think to much about certain things, or else they’ll break my heart.”
— Jonathan Franzen
How I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here
“There are so many times when I just sit there thinking about you,
And then my head begins to hurt,
Because I think too much,
Because I feel too much,
So I just switch it off,
I’ve trained myself not to think at all,
I just sit there and feel nothing.
But that hurts even more.”
Do you still remember how we used to sit on the shore, hand in hand, watching the waves crash into the sand? I would lay my head on your shoulder and tell you about my day, and you would listen with your heart. It was the simple moments like these that made me fall in love with you.
But now, as I sit alone on the same shore, I can't help but feel a deep ache in my heart. I remember how you used to hold me close, how you would whisper sweet nothings into my ear, and how you made me feel like the most important person in the world.
But things changed, and I don't know when or how it happened. The laughter and happiness we once shared turned into silence and distance. I would catch you staring off into space, lost in your own thoughts, and I knew something was wrong. I tried to talk to you, to ask you what was going on, but you always brushed it off and said everything was fine.
Now, as I look into the endless horizon, tears streaming down my face, I can't help but wonder where it all went wrong. Was it something I did or didn't do? Was there someone else? Was it just the inevitable end of a love story that was never meant to last?
I wish I could go back to the days when we were happy and carefree, when our love was strong and unbreakable. But now, all I have left are the memories of a love that once was, and the painful realization that it may never be again.