Once upon a time, we were inseparable.
I remember it very well. The long hours that we spent sharing stories about our life; oblivious to the discussion in front. The days we wasted sitting in front of the television while watching Asian movies and eating bags of chips. Or the months that we just stayed side by side; memorizing each other’s pattern of breathing.
I can still recall the promises that we uttered the night that we flew our sky lanterns. You told me that you cannot imagine a life without me–that you’ll be there in my last moment, holding my hand and whispering words of love. I don’t know what made me believe those words that night. Maybe it was your eyes that reflected the fiery heat beneath the lantern we were holding. Or just the simple beauty of the night. Regardless, I believed those words.
Even until now.
Now. I never thought “now” will arrive in our lives. But it did. And it robbed me of you. I begged it not to take you away from me—-but it was deaf.
Just like you.
So I spent months without you. Those months were the most wicked. It filled and drained me of hope but I held on to those words.
In vergessenheit geraten. To be forgotten. I guess that’s what this is. This dark, lonely feeling that I cannot comprehend.
I didn’t know that memories can be erased. But I was wrong.
Because once upon a time…we were inseparable.