Remember the Time
Do you ever wonder if they think about it? If they really think about how easily they ripped your heart out (maybe multiple times); or how they played with your mind until all that was left was a sad, scarred, conglomerate of mixed emotions; if they stay awake at night and cry themselves to sleep thinking of how they hurt someone; if they ever think of you when they smell your cologne on someone else; if they have to stop themselves from looking at a picture of you just to avoid the memories; if they ever think about how everything could’ve been fixed in a matter of seconds; if they look back and evaluate where everything started to take a turn for the worst; if they ever stop for a moment when someone brings up your name; if they ever question what’s so wrong with them that someone they imagined spending the remainder of their life with would use them for personal gain; if they ever wonder if they can trust anyone else; if they ever wonder if they’ll be able to say “I love you” to anyone; if they consider just living in solitude to avoid getting broken again? Do you think that even a month after the explosion, they still feel the same pain?
Or do you think they’ll just continue on a path of destruction, tearing up everyone’s heart they meet and whittling away their chances at ever really finding happiness.
You can’t save them. They can’t save themselves. All that’s left are the few memories that your hippocampus has patched up to remove any trace of doubt that they were, indeed, worth remembering.
