Music: Fucking Perfect - Pink
I remember sitting in a hauntingly silent hallway of a 4 star hotel one year ago with my cellphone pressed against my ear, feeling the greatest surge of relieve when I got to hear your voice.
I don't remember, however, the way I loved you.
It all felt so surreal and so...quick. Like I was in a dream and abruptly awaken with my head plunged into a bucket of iced water.
Sometimes, I find myself going back to that spot. Reminiscing and thinking about you where all the "what if's" resurfaces. It scares me that subconsciously, the memory of you remains so fresh and at the same time, so distant.
Like tonight, amidst all the chaos in my head right now, the thought of you seems the clearest.
