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Withering Flowers
“Let’s keep in contact.”
That was the innocent wish we had promised to fulfill.
Years later,
the air around us was uncomfortable.
Suffocating, almost.
Maybe it was because of the argument we had years ago?
Maybe it was because it had been so long since we last met?
Maybe it was because we are no longer the same people?
Time had taken its toll on us.
I thought about the memories we shared.
In the days of our youth.
The days when we laughed our naive, childish laugh.
The days when you smiled at me so brightly.
The days when we walked together
side by side
and told each other everything.
Several emotions washed over me at once.
Happiness, sadness, and resentment passed me like
like an ocean wave.
But unlike a wave that returns back to its starting point
my emotions changed.
When I saw you again
I felt nothing.
I merely viewed our memories as a passing onlooker.
It frustrated me.
Why don’t I care for you anymore?
My moments with you made me the person I am today.
But it left a deep void inside me.
That day,
Everything felt elongated.
I stared blankly ahead
as your train pulled away from the station.
I wanted to cry
but I shed no tears.
I wanted to tell you everything
and anything
but
as I looked at our chat
my phone battery slowly deteriorated.
My phone screen began to darken.
What could I say to you after all this time?
How can we possibly go back to how we used to be?
We had been through so much.
Suddenly,
I realized something.
You became a stranger to me.
Just like anyone else on the street,
I passed you by
like nothing happened between us.
Had I known you at all?
Had I ever meant anything to you?
You once meant the world to me.
But now,
I can’t say the same.
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This is about a relationship that once blossomed but ended up withering over time, just like flowers. It was beautiful in the moment, but without effort from both parties, its beauty dissipated over time.