|It Was a Meaning
Author: Indefinite PM
would you even remember me, if you saw me? would i? referring to myself of course. there would be no way of mistaking you. the thing is... you might still mean something to me. you were, as always, a beautiful thing.Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Romance - Words: 341 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 08-22-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2712532
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I remember seeing you there,
Your onyx hair glinting in the sunlight.
I remembered thinking you were beautiful.
This, of course, was when I still believed in you.
I had reached out to touch it, make sure it, you, weren't a dream, like all the others.
But you turned then, your eyes soft, even when they were coal black.
and still guarded. so much like mine.
I thought we could do it together.
I was wrong.
Sometimes I wished I hadn't been.
I took your hand instead, the one you always offered, the one that was always cold. At least, colder than mine. Then again I always did have hot hands. It was the Italian in me.
I always wondered what it was in you.
We walked home, never saying a word. I never minded. I thought the silence was more meaningful. And I was forever searching for meaning.
It was a meaning I would never find.
When we got to the door there was never anything. No kisses, no hugs, not even a goodbye. You just released my hand, and I walked in. I always watched from the window though.
What I didn't know was that I was preparing myself.
You would have thought I would have been heartbroken. Maybe I was, and I just didn't happen to notice. I was, after all, already broken. Maybe that's why? We were both broken. I had thought we could live in harmony? Maybe that's why it hurt? Because I was never right to begin with? Maybe you were the one who cured me. I had cried. Finally. Maybe it was a long time coming, but... I never thought it would be over you..
Maybe... though.. I should stop all this conjecturing, this hypothesizing, because you were not, on the contrary, anything that could be scientifically broken down. Maybe I should just stop all these second hand speculations
I still didn't know what had ever happened to you
june 11 (finished on aug 23'09)