The girl’s been creeping back into my thoughts. Dreamt about her a couple nights ago. Plane crash. We held hands on the way down. Then we died.
That part sucked, so I called for a do-over. This time the dream ended with our plane landing on water. Then I woke up.
She represents the only remnant of my reality that I have no certaInty about. Was our friendship real? What did she mean when she said she loved me, only to grow cold and disappear ten hours later? What am I hoping to resolve by asking these questions?
It’s been four months. I’ve been burying thoughts of her all this time, looking to move passed it all. Feels different now. The sharp pains are gone. The longing has about dried up. Not sure what to do with what remains. Is it too soon to pick flesh off the corpse for meaty chunks of wisdom?
I shall keep my nose down, smile pretty, and move forward one step at a time. The answers in life are never as interesting as the questions. Things get missed when you spend too much time thinking about the past, or musing about the future. All we have is right here, right now.
There is nothing else.