Lately I’ve been in touch again with one of my ex.
Phone call #1 goes awkward in the beginning because we haven’t talked to each other in almost half a year. But then the ice breaks. We update each other on our lives, we laugh, we tell each other I miss you. Then afterward I wonder why I let her go, if talking to her is this much fun.
Phone call #2 goes even smoother. We begin to throw our own intimate jokes like when we were still together. We promise the next time we’re within vicinity of each other we will definitely meet up. I tell her that I wrote something about her in my blog and she promises she will take a look. Then afterward I even more wonder why I let her go, if talking to her is this much fun.
Phone call #3 was a drag. I ask her about the post on her in my blog and she doesn’t get it, she says. I ask what part, she says she doesn’t understand anything figurative. She says she is not savvy enough to neither comprehend nor appreciate my poetic, allegorical way of writing. I am sorry, she says.
Then afterward it suddenly I so crystal-clearly remember why I let her go. It was like we didn’t speak the same language. Many things that I appreciate dearly, she can never feel about the same way. Not of any ill intention, it just we differs a great deal of difference.
The thing that it happens quite frequent, this partial amnesia of mine. I tend to only remember the good things in life. The painful ones are often forgotten.
Well I don’t mind actually, this is one amnesia that I only be happy to keep :)
Phone call #1 goes awkward in the beginning because we haven’t talked to each other in almost half a year. But then the ice breaks. We update each other on our lives, we laugh, we tell each other I miss you. Then afterward I wonder why I let her go, if talking to her is this much fun.
Phone call #2 goes even smoother. We begin to throw our own intimate jokes like when we were still together. We promise the next time we’re within vicinity of each other we will definitely meet up. I tell her that I wrote something about her in my blog and she promises she will take a look. Then afterward I even more wonder why I let her go, if talking to her is this much fun.
Phone call #3 was a drag. I ask her about the post on her in my blog and she doesn’t get it, she says. I ask what part, she says she doesn’t understand anything figurative. She says she is not savvy enough to neither comprehend nor appreciate my poetic, allegorical way of writing. I am sorry, she says.
Then afterward it suddenly I so crystal-clearly remember why I let her go. It was like we didn’t speak the same language. Many things that I appreciate dearly, she can never feel about the same way. Not of any ill intention, it just we differs a great deal of difference.
The thing that it happens quite frequent, this partial amnesia of mine. I tend to only remember the good things in life. The painful ones are often forgotten.
Well I don’t mind actually, this is one amnesia that I only be happy to keep :)
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