Flickering moments keep me awake at night. Not because it physically haunts me or takes control. I simply find it lingers, wherever and however it pleases.
Just because things are over to everyone else, doesn’t mean I forget as quickly.
My heart keeps certain people there for longer than the mind perhaps want to admit.
I’m not just a hopeless romantic and an awkward, introverted soul. I am also easily attached. Over the years, it’s become easier to admit and cover up.
People often remind me of what I’ve known for the longest duration ever.
Memories will always matter, and so will the people who inspired them, created them with me.
I might have been foolish with my words, perhaps reckless with all other aspects of life, but in my heart, I’ve always cared deeply.