Ive revisted old memories and moments pining to relive them countless times. Praying for a moment as good, a story as beautiful and a chance to make it right once more. That’s all I’ve done. Wishing I could undo and unfuck the best thing I had or pray wish and wait for another dart to hit me. A life changing one. The comparison never stops. The ‘he’s just not you’ never grows out, but you eventually come to terms with its okay that he’s not you, we never leraned to love right anyway starts making sense.

Evrytime I looked back at how we fell in love I hated how I didn’t realise our best moments while I was in them. Like the time you gave me the first rose, outside Symphony, after our first date. You pulled it out of your pocket and I was in awe ‘cuz you had a rose sitting in your pocket pricking your tummy the entire dinner and I didn’t even know. My cousin got married tonight, at Symphony. Remember how it used to be our favorite restaurant and the first date was so good that we never went back because we didn’t want new memories piling up on our first date ever, because it was that special?. Haven’t been to the place in years. Tonight when I passed by, I actually stopped, and looked back at the spot where we had stood years back living our best moment to come, and it saddened me that I didn’t know then that it was going to be the best night of my life for years to come. What a night it was, that rose all dried still lies inside my journal.

Tonight, I lived one of the best moments and while I was in it, I knew, I knew for so damn sure. And that made me so happy, to know that another beautiful story is blooming and I would no longer keep writing about the old one.