Slowly my trust was shattered to pieces by my imagination, the free mind that I have no control or whatsoever over with...
I picture he would be slowly, bit by bit erasing my trace of existence as if I have never been there.
He was technically right. I have never even slightly barely touched his
life, my influence is a ripple that wouldnt have reached him even after
a million light years, when we all will be long dead by then, and he
woudlnt know a thing. My existence are footprints on sand easily washed
away by gentle waves.
I picked up pieces of my life which I had amputated since I met him but
could never string them back together again I suppose, and fishing for
memories that I drowned to the bottom of my consciousness now almost
out of my reach.
My heart tugged, my tears fell.
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