Nov 2015
From flat number 40 on the morning of January 6th 2004 I removed myself from the situation.
I felt free that day taking photo after photo looking at the world with new vigour hoping to remind myself one day in the future that the sun peeping through leafless trees on a sunny winters morning brought more joy into my life than anything else at that time.
Out of the blue two weeks later I received a phonecall from you telling me you were moving out.
A week after you moved out you told me you were going to San Francisco for a holiday.
A day after coming back from San Fransisco you told me you went there with another man.
A week after that you told me it was your boss.
A month before you moved out you told me your boss earnt good money and that we never did anything together anymore.
On the night of January 5th 2004 I read a text on your phone from an anonymous ID which said "you consume me. I can't wait to kiss you again"
The last time I saw you I told you I loved you despite the fact I knew you'd left me for your boss. In fact, I knew you'd let him take you away to San Fransisco and he had moved into your new flat. That was the day I realised you'd fallen from grace and I'd put you on an invisible pedestal for the last 8 years. We both needed to move on.
I smile on a sunny winters day when the sun peeps through leafless trees knowing I never wasted my love on you. You were a mere mortal looking for a way out.
I felt free that day taking photo after photo looking at the world with new vigour hoping to remind myself one day in the future that the sun peeping through leafless trees on a sunny winters morning brought more joy into my life than anything else at that time.
Out of the blue two weeks later I received a phonecall from you telling me you were moving out.
A week after you moved out you told me you were going to San Francisco for a holiday.
A day after coming back from San Fransisco you told me you went there with another man.
A week after that you told me it was your boss.
A month before you moved out you told me your boss earnt good money and that we never did anything together anymore.
On the night of January 5th 2004 I read a text on your phone from an anonymous ID which said "you consume me. I can't wait to kiss you again"
The last time I saw you I told you I loved you despite the fact I knew you'd left me for your boss. In fact, I knew you'd let him take you away to San Fransisco and he had moved into your new flat. That was the day I realised you'd fallen from grace and I'd put you on an invisible pedestal for the last 8 years. We both needed to move on.
I smile on a sunny winters day when the sun peeps through leafless trees knowing I never wasted my love on you. You were a mere mortal looking for a way out.
