Wondering
I have always wondered about stuff. My mind is restless and inquisitive. Somehow I just like the process of thinking in a question-answer format. Today I was wondering why when we part ways my only coping mechanism is to forget about everything we lived. I just stop thinking about it. I stop thinking about you. I don't dare to miss because I don't want to fall into that trap. I see the bottle of water on my night stand, a reminiscence of you. I turn on the light and keep on thinking why you have approached me again. Was it because you think I am your last chance at happiness? I have waited for you to return from Buenos Aires and Russia. Life is so ironic sometimes and now I count the days in which you will leave to Buenos Aires. Alone. In five days you will taking the plane we were supposed to be taking together and you will go meet your family and live another dream. Me, on the contrary. I will stay. I will leave behind the dream. I had no expectations. But the dream is...