Listening to: 2AM - I Was Wrong.
Ghosts.
We used to enjoy it.
We used to.
But soon, I found myself alone.
Day after day, you stopped coming.
And day after day, I stood there waiting for you, stupidly believing you would come back for me.
That you would throw your arms around me all over again.
By convincing myself of this, I found the strength to stay.
I waited.
And waited.
But as time went on, I came to realize you were long gone.
You weren’t coming back for me, for you had already vanished.
Little by little, my will grew weaker. Fainter. Duller.
I gave up.
I gave in.
Like you, I stopped and I moved on.
My life, or whatever was left of it, continued.
I found my own way..
Without you.
And that’s when I hear your voice ringing in my ears.
“You weren’t there today.”
“No, I wasn’t.”
I try to keep a calm appearance.
You ask me bluntly,
“Where were you?”
You..
You’ve taken the words straight out of my mouth.
But, I will not show you my raw emotions.
I will not falter.
So, I keep up my cold exterior.
“Did you miss me?” I smile, teasingly.
I thought I could play it cool. I really did.
That was until you quietly said,
“I miss you.”
Jokingly or not, I will never know.
All I do know is that it was enough.
It was enough to send me running back to you.
So quickly..
To bring me back to that spot.
That time.
That place.
And I was foolish enough to trick myself into thinking you’d wait for me, like I have been for you.
All along.
I have been waiting for you.
Silently, but steadily.
Even when I said I’d abandon all thoughts of you..
You were still in the back of my mind.
Which is why I’ve been brought back here.
To wait again.
For you.
Maybe I’ve seen you there before.
Could it be that we’ve crossed paths without knowing?
It’s possible.
I've been here so long that I don't even remember who I'm looking for.
I've forgotten.
What your face looks like.
How your voice sounds.
Who you are.
Please remind me.
Because, to me, you're just a blur.
Just an empty space in my heart.
Just a ghost.
A ghost..
Was it really your voice I heard back then?
Or just the whisper of a memory long gone?
I don’t know anymore.
Or might it be me who haunts you, and not you who haunts me?
Am I the spirit without a shell?
Perhaps..
We are both hiding from the world and cut off from each other.
Perhaps we are all ghosts.
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