There are so many places I have chosen to not visit because they remind me of you. The pain you caused me, the embarrassing moments. I choose to hide myself over and over again. I choose a different way, different roads just because I don't like being reminded of you. I don't like running into you.
And who is "You"? you ask.
"You" is different every time. "You" changes with time as I meet new people. As I find new bodies to escape my pain. As seasons change, "You" changes. But the pain left behind is always the same.
But, now I choose to go to places that remind me of you. I choose to make new memories with my people in the same places. The thing is that the way I feel is in my hands. And I choose to feel happy. I choose to go out to places without thinking about you. Because the only person who really matters is me.
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