The Aggrieved Memories

All these things I've done thinking of you—every single one flawless; you could never slip past my sight—because some sorrows never truly end.

Listen, I never tried to understand what it means when a relationship pulls and tears itself apart. You're a writer, someone who chooses their words; surely you know how to hold something back? I'm aware—painfully aware—that I'm not someone who matters much in your life.

I didn't need to ask why you were performing this lie. The answer is written in my diary. Is a lie that doesn't wound a person really a lie at all? Those beauties you describe so often...I don't possess them. And yet, in your eyes, how terribly beautiful I am!

Not everything ends all at once; something always remains—something from which a new horizon might be born! Who knows how much longer these helpless memories will nurse their wounds!