The Hard Way
Someone once told me that life is full of promises and some of them that
can't be kept. I knew that already. Only I found that out the hard way.
I hadn't told any of my friends about the Spirit World. They would just think that I'm weird, or say that it was all a dream. But I know it wasn't. The headband is still there; solid and touchable, gleaming when it caught the light. After I left the Spirit World my heart had been scared and bruised. The memories were slightly blurred but painful yet the same. For a month or I wandered in the woods expecting that red building to come across my way like it had before. I never found it again.
It had been five years since I had seen him. Five years, ten months, and four weeks to be exact. Not a dream, nor imagination, I would never forgive myself if I believed that.
Sometimes I would imagine, during those long hours at night, the day we meet again. My arms wrapping around his shoulders, his warm embrace melting the ice in my heart, tears of happiness rolling down my cheeks, his black hair brushing my face, his emerald green eyes shining.
Then the image would fade and I'd back in my bedroom tears soaking my pillow.
But I know he's not coming.
Even in my wildest dreams I know that. If he had kept his promise then he would have visited long ago.
But perhaps. perhaps it was time to get over him? It had been five years after all.
" Chihiro," I hear my mother call." go to sleep, you've got school tomorrow"
"Alright, " I reply. Wearily I slump down on my bed and rest my tired body. I close my eyes and drift off into the land of dreams.
Yes, definitely time to get over him
Someone once told me that life is full of promises, and of some them that can't be kept. I knew that already. Only I found that out the hard way.
Someone once told me that life is full of promises and some of them that
can't be kept. I knew that already. Only I found that out the hard way.
I hadn't told any of my friends about the Spirit World. They would just think that I'm weird, or say that it was all a dream. But I know it wasn't. The headband is still there; solid and touchable, gleaming when it caught the light. After I left the Spirit World my heart had been scared and bruised. The memories were slightly blurred but painful yet the same. For a month or I wandered in the woods expecting that red building to come across my way like it had before. I never found it again.
It had been five years since I had seen him. Five years, ten months, and four weeks to be exact. Not a dream, nor imagination, I would never forgive myself if I believed that.
Sometimes I would imagine, during those long hours at night, the day we meet again. My arms wrapping around his shoulders, his warm embrace melting the ice in my heart, tears of happiness rolling down my cheeks, his black hair brushing my face, his emerald green eyes shining.
Then the image would fade and I'd back in my bedroom tears soaking my pillow.
But I know he's not coming.
Even in my wildest dreams I know that. If he had kept his promise then he would have visited long ago.
But perhaps. perhaps it was time to get over him? It had been five years after all.
" Chihiro," I hear my mother call." go to sleep, you've got school tomorrow"
"Alright, " I reply. Wearily I slump down on my bed and rest my tired body. I close my eyes and drift off into the land of dreams.
Yes, definitely time to get over him
Someone once told me that life is full of promises, and of some them that can't be kept. I knew that already. Only I found that out the hard way.