I Make A Point

by Fantasiestucke

Erik's thoughts as the light at the end of the metaphorical tunnel refuses to show, leaving him desperately clinging to the memory of his lost beloved and the piece of light she left with him.

I make a point everyday to forget about you.

This used to not be the case. In fact, I went out of my way to become the center of your attention, be it for small periods or your entire day. My goal was to make you laugh or regard me in a different light while at the same time, basking you in the magnificent light you deserved-the kind in which no matter the outward appearance, any girl is most beautiful.

And there were days I want to make myself believe I succeeded. Perhaps the memories are twisted by my warped mind, but whatever the cause, I remember days when the brightness of your eyes made me feel as if I were the only person who mattered. These recollections are the highlights of life, often reflected on in pitch black nights.

But the darkness is stretching onward and your light is fading behind me. It is for this reason that I must wean myself off of your guiding and comforting presence-whether you are physically here or not. The light of another opening is not ahead, or if it is, I will not be aware for much, much longer. I cannot hope to survive in this cold gloom with only a limited source of your light spared for my protection.

So, I make a point everyday to forget about you.

And Heaven knows I fail each and every time.