For Just A Moment, I Forgot About You

I saw him across the room, his eyes locked on mine and we exchanged smiles. There was no interaction, no obligation to see him again. But it felt nice, and for that brief moment in time, I forgot about you.

I forgot about the way your hand felt in mine. I forgot the way your eyes would focus only on me whenever we were together. I forgot the way you would hold me tight and kiss my forehead whenever I got angry. I forgot the way you would introduce me to your friends and family, like I was your everything. I forgot the way you made me feel: safe and loved, like we would always be okay.

But you were wrong. Things don’t always turn out the way you want them to, or the way you picture they will. Things aren’t completely black and white, or right and wrong. Things are complicated. Sometimes people just aren’t meant to be. It’s no one’s fault. 

I loved you, but if I’ve learnt anything from you, it’s that love is a two way street. It takes one person to love someone; but, it takes two people to be in love.

Sometimes two people who were once in love can fall back out just as easily. I’m not sure why this happens, but it does. People change; they grow apart. Their ideas on life and the future begin to change. They head for opposite directions, and it’s impossible to control or stop.

As much as I wish things could have ended differently, I know that there was nothing we could do. I don’t regret ever being with you, and I don’t feel like it was a waste of time. We gave it our best shot, and I never gave up on you. But now, I think it’s time for me to move on. To forget about you.

To forget about the way you would pull me aside when we were in a big group, just to look at me and tell me you loved me. To forget about how comfortable you made me feel, like I could always be my complete and utter self. To forget about how you would laugh at my jokes, even when I knew they weren’t funny. To forget about the way your eyes lit up when you talked about something you were passionate about. To forget the meaningless conversations about life at 3 AM. To forget about the future that we were supposed to have together.

I saw him across the room, his eyes locked on mine and we exchanged smiles. I forgot about you. We looked away and the memories came flooding back. Thought Catalog Logo Mark

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