RNDAOM

A chapter has ended, and a new chapter is a few pages away unless the book has been fully turned. And it will never be the same, pages will always be divided into two now, the pages before a chapter has ended and the pages after. Change will always be there, a loss of character, a new climax, or even a change in setting. And that change will be felt for its sole purpose is to be visible, just to remind you of the things that you ended and started. For if there’s no change, there is no proof that “it” existed before it was lost/ended.

Life is not a circle, it’s a good book that is only understood by the one who wrote it. A lot of people might read it someday, it might even be a best seller, but they will never get to know the symbolic meaning of that blue shirt you wore the day you broke up with someone, or your everyday perfume that you’ll probably not wear again for the next few days.

CHAPTER 2.0

I miss you.

Every time I step outside the building, all I think about is you. I miss the person who is patiently waiting outside and those brown eyes that smile when I arrive. And every time, I have to remind myself the fact that I’ve broken your heart whenever I see faceless people while getting my heart broken.

I’m not capable of loving but I’m capable of longing. A curse, I know. I don’t want you to stay but I fucking miss you if you don’t.

However, no matter how much I long for you right now, I’m not wishing to go back in time and undo all the things I did, because wishing so would mean that I was wrong, and I am too rich in pride to admit. This is for the best, that’s what I keep on telling myself these days, hoping it would convince me that it indeed is.

I wanted change, but that doesn’t mean I don’t wish I didn’t.

Ever thought of reincarnation? Some books are too good that it is moral imperative for it to have a sequel. And yes, I do too.