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I Remember (part two)

This snippet is the second part to my post on the 25th of October. If you haven't seen that post, check it out here! Enjoy.

 

Her eyes were shining with tears, yet she smiled bravely. Her voice trembled when she spoke, yet on her face was a smile.


I remembered feeling this way. Oh, how much I remembered feeling broken, like nothing was right with anything—with the world, with others, with myself. Oh, I winced when I remembered those long, painful, lonely days. Oh, how I want to cry when I remember that I always wished that someone would say, “Are you okay?”—yet no one ever did.


She glanced at me, and I knew what she would say. “How was your week?”


I knew what she would say, and I knew what I’d respond. “Passible.” It was the same thing I always responded, and she replied the same thing. Oh, how I longed for us to have deeper conversations. But it never happened.


I saw her open her mouth.

Oh, how I wished she would ask that question.

Her lips started to form the words.

Yet nothing would happen if I did not do anything.

She drew in breath to begin to say those words, and inside I saw her drowning yet no one would through her a rope.

Nothing will happen if you don’t start it.

Our eyes met.

“How are you, really?” I asked.


 

I hope you enjoyed that!


Until next time,


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