I sat quietly at my desk as my eyes wander in the room I called office. Piles of paper were scattered everywhere. I would normally have the urge to clean to but I lost the will to do so.
My emotions were taking control over me, and I can do nothing but just space out. I decided to convey them to the pieces of paper that were scattered all over the place. Once again, I picked up my pen and scribbled words that came from a hollow hole deep inside. I felt my eyes sting in every word that I managed to write.
A bitter smile came across my lips as I let my mind float away, leaving my pained physical body.
"I still can forget you no matter how hard I try.
It drove me insane in every minute I think about it, yet I still yearn it to never go away."
I felt my heart become heavier, every beat of it was painful.
"I still hold on to the memories that you made, and I never even notice it until now.
Time surely passes quickly, letting me ignore the reality that tries to sink in."
My hand was aching. Begging for it to rest, but I push on, ignoring the pain that was swallowing my hand.
A story in which a happy ending existed, that was my desire. I will write it today, yes, the story that will never end. It's a new start, for you and for me; a new beginning of our happiness, me and you smiling, together.
"I kissed her cheek, wrapped my arms around her as if nothing
was ever wrong. It was her sweet presence that kept me happy."
The stories that I wrote were only made of pure happiness, the endings that I always desire. Stories where happy endings always reign, where sadness and grief was never to be found. Stories, in which the two of us are happy and contented. A very different world from reality. It is written here, filling up my heart.
"I chased her around, laughter and giggles filling the air. I caught her,
embraced her; never wanting to let go. There is no end for this."
I could hear your voice, the most beautiful melody i could have ever heard. Lifting up my tired, longing heart...
"I love you."
I keep writing these three words. Which kept my heart heart contented in pain. I long for you to say it.
A ghost smile appeared on my lips, my eyes admiring the work I had done. I'll say this one more time,
"Right now you're here with me, I'm believing that."
Even today I'm in a story that will never end.
"What kind of writer am I?" I chuckled.
I wrote a story, but I don't know how to end it. How am I suppose to? I set down the warn out pen on an old paper, strained in tears. This story is vain. I am writing a story, a happy one. But it is still a prayer, a wish that can't be fulfilled.
I won't let go, I will hold on... to the never-ending story. Writing it slowly in my heart.
Like it was before...