Sometimes it's all about the wrong things.
It's not always about the moment when we share everything.
Sometimes it's all about the silence that fill the phone call.
It may never be the absence of your body.
It might be the absence of your words.
Sometimes it's not always about falling deeper.
Most of the time, it should be about rising up.
Most probably we forgot about what we wanted.
Or about the things we almost had.
We think about what we lost. Our thoughts visit the past from time to time.
And it's the time when you start overthinking, if it's that time of the year when you get hurt again.
You wonder if you're ready to feel vulnerable again.
Sometimes you feel like you're willing to pick up all the pieces to glue them together, and tell the world how strong you are. Because you survived this and will survive the next.
Because what's wrong with trying again?
Will you lose more feelings than what is lost before?
Sometimes what is lost in the past, could be found again in a better shape in the future.
Sometimes that time you felt cold and lonely with that stranger in the park that night, will be replaced with the warmest hands to hold you at your coldest days.
Most probably, you will forget about all those ugly moments.
All the love you couldn't give. Or receive.
Sometimes it will only be you and the air you breathe, in a dark room where you still remember your blessings.
Sometimes it's not only about you and me.
It's about the moment, that exact moment you walked into that room with a mouth full of smiles and a hand full of flowers and a future full of brighter steps.
It's that moment I remember.
No matter what happens between us, now or in our forevers.
It's that moment I want to remember.
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