0.3: Tatiana - Memories Exist
There was so much about her, that he couldn't forget. Some people just aren't meant to be forgotten, and she was one of them.
He convinced himself that he was blind then. He just couldn't see that they weren't meant to be together. Even though he thought she was perfect, he's accepted that nobody truly is. And that's more proof that he wasn't able to see the truth.
Deep down, he knows that he was blind then, and blind still. If given the chance to do it again, even if it would end the same, he knew he would, and those feelings were never going to change.
Her, on the other hand, tried to pretend she moved on. But her sleepless nights proved otherwise. She hated herself for the end. Her heart longed to see him again. She longed to whisper two words. And those two words would be enough.
'I'm sorry'
Tatiana
10/23/20__
I can't help but write to you. I hope you found someone else, and even if not, that you're happy. I think back on September all the time and I must admit it was my fault.
Maybe I feel that by writing this I'll finally be able to move on. I've already told my friends I have. Lies.
I guess it's true, writing does help. Maybe I should write more often, but you know it was never my strong point.
Do you remember that one day? The day we got a little more real. I felt became more human.
"So what's the meaning behind your name?" You had asked me.
I debated telling you the truth. But I didn't. I had no idea why, so I just came up with something. "My parents just liked the name."
"The backstory to mine is my parents met in one of the Dakotas, can't remember which one. I don't have a middle name." You said.
Although I hate to say it, 'cause you're in the past. But you had the most gorgeous eyes. I don't think anyone I've ever met, had eyes that could compare to yours.
They were the type of eyes you could just get lost in, and you wouldn't try to find your way out of because you felt at home. They were softly intense. They were so blue the ocean would be jealous. At one point they were my safe place.
"So I feel silly, but I don't know how old you are," I Said. We'd known each other for a little over a year, and we didn't know each other's age.
"I'm 23." You said.
"20, I'll be 21 in December. What day?" I asked.
You looked confused for a second before answering, "The 11th of March."
"December 22nd."
Those times were so much simpler. Maybe I should've got over my fear. But can you get rid of the fear you don't know you have?
At times, I wish I could just forget. Then I could live my life. You're in my past, nothing can change that, but memories find their way back to you. You never know when you'll relive a moment, it's just sudden. But it doesn't mean anything. It's just the past's way of never being forgotten.
Memories exist because, like humans, that past doesn't want to be forgotten.
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