i remember those nights when we didn’t want to say goodnight and we’d have those awkward fights over who would get the last goodbye. i miss those nights and i can’t help but compare them to the present and think, where did it all go?
lol, we don’t even say good night now. it’s subtle, but its there. its all slowly fading away. and i hate that it bothers me.
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i think one of the hardest things out there is to sit on the sidelines and watch everything you once had and wanted just fall apart. and it’s not even the kind that happens all at once. it’s not when everything slips through your fingers, too fast for you to react, and in the end you’re simply left in awe at the pure destruction of it all. it’s not that kind. it’s the kind where everything is slow and subtle, when on the surface it all seems put together but in reality all the little pieces are falling apart underneath. it’s a kind of gradual decay. of the relationship, of our feelings towards each other in general. it’s like you can barely notice the changes but you can’t help but realize they are there, that in fact, everything is changing. and that with every passing moment it all just means less. i mean, you’re watching as something that once meant the world to you gets reduced to almost nothing. how good do you think that would feel? i think it’s the worst, realizing that you’re becoming more and more replaceable, realizing that bit by bit you become less important to them, that what was special about it all just dies. i think that’s the proper way to put it: love dies.
love? it all died. i think it’s tragic.
