It was a lot more colder than usual that morning and I had been aimlessly walking for hours. I rubbed the palms of my hands together in hope for some warmth to maybe soothe me for a while. I kept walking, stumbling at times. Losing balance every now and then. Those stupid tears almost blinding me. Tears because the fog that morning was too much. Tears, because the pain that morning was too much.
I stopped for a while to catch a breath. I exhaled a visible cloud of breath that then vanished into the atmosphere. I started to walk again, aimlessly. I kept walking while I passed by all those places where the memories resided. I doubt if I noticed those grass hills and that dull windmill and its monotonous screeching sound. I think I didn't look twice at those off white buildings or that dusty swing. I walked past your house and maybe for the first time; did not give a glance at the top floor window, to which the lights of the room were always bright. I just walked. Blinded by the silver mist.
I pictured your face in my head for one last time. That shy smile, that ringing laughter that now haunted me. Your voice and those three words that were said countless times, echoed around me. I cried one last time for the tears that I had cried several nights already. Those never ending rings of the calls that I made, that were never answered. I let out a silent scream thinking of the stabbing pain of realizing that I had been lied to, the whole time. I cherished for the last time, your touch and that enchanting moment from when I kissed you. I giggled while I cried, remembering those inside jokes of ours. I shuddered with all those overwhelming emotions for that one moment, when I was yours and you, mine.
I realized I had stopped walking. I felt cold and weak at my knees until I realized that the mist had started to clear. The warmth tingled at my toes and the atmosphere around me started to brighten. And in that moment looking at the pinkish golden sky, I knew it was another morning. For me.