Gradually the threads dissolve, the strings come undone. We become footnotes in someone else's life, remembered fondly in the middle of drying dishes on a warm Wednesday night. In the end, this is all we're reduced to, this is what we're left with.
Glib laughter, and a very witty thing she once said. A song at the club that you used to dance to. A secret habit of wolfing down cocktail olives without ever ordering martinis. An old tee shirt and a mini collection of her scrunchies, accumulating in your car. A few things that last longer than the relationship was meant to.
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9 comments:
really really love seems to be getting into evry1s nerves..
but can see a lot of things there..:-)
Love the last line gal!very very well written:)
Its awesome..n all i have to say is-hehe(abt the scrunchies alone)..n ya like nandita said..last line is awsome!!
Gradually, Time becomes the best healer :)
Damn you...
wah..wah
The last line was wonderful!
“The secret of health for both mind and body is not to mourn for the past, worry about the future, or anticipate troubles… but to live in the present moment wisely and earnestly.”
- Buddha
last line was awesome...donno if u remember me...was ur senior in svce n now in xl!! hope u having fun..
those lines are probably the most beautiful prose I have read in a long time.
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