Moving on

I thought that if I saw you again that I would love you again, but I never imagined that I would see you and feel nothing, that my chest would just feel empty, and that the colour of your eyes would be plain brown, that your scent would be just another cigarette and that I wouldn’t care about your distant attitudes, I never stopped to think that I would make it, that I would erase you and forget you to the point of just stop loving you, I didn’t think possible that I could eliminate your existence from my system, but at that moment you felt like a dream, I remember you as a person from another life, in that instant I felt it capable, and now, now, I wouldn’t know whether to smile or just remain indifferent.

T.A.