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Memento: a short story of unrequited love

What ever they had was gone.

What ever strange friendship they had completely disappeared. After being abandoned too many times, and being proven that he never had nor would ever care for her, she shut him out.

She blames herself.

It’s her fault that she isn’t pretty or funny or interesting enough to be acknowledged. It’s her fault that she thought they were closer then they turned out to actually be. And of course, it was entirely her fault that she believed for some deluded reason that there was chemistry between them.

Realization had mimicked being splashed by ice water, but at least it was a wake up call. They weren’t supposed to be friends. He didn’t want her the way she wanted him.

Thus began the stages of slowly taking steps away. She didn’t go completely cold turkey from his presence. It was a planned drift that ending with the two of them not speaking for days and even weeks on end. And if any conversation did take place, her response was limited, short, and sweet.

In and out.

She was proud of herself at first. This way she could deny everything.

Denial.

Probably her biggest mistake.

Because when she found out that he had replaced her, it was hard to keep the mask on that she otherwise dutifully wore.

It came down to something different.

It wasn’t just him. It was everything.

Her fears of loneliness were just intensified by this one expereince.

The reality hit her hard.

Everyone is replaceable at some point. That’s just how the world works.

[inspirationflies]

heart clenching

Has a memory that you buried deep in your subconscious scratched and clawed its way back to the surface of your mind? Has the essence of that memory ever seeped down your throat, cutting off your air supply? Has it wrapped itself around your heart, clenching it until you’ve looked death herself in the eyes? Has that memory flowed to your stomach, giving you feelings of nausea? Has it soaked into your bloodstream, accessing every single centimeter if your body, making you feel nonexistent?

Do you tightly close your eyes, willing the faces and voices to be banished back to oblivian? Or do you sit there, allowing the numbing pain to conquer your senses? After all, memories such as these remind of the fact that you deserve whatever pain courses through you.

Sometimes the memories leave almost as quickly as they appeared. Other times they sit with you for what feels like a millennium. But it’s always the same. They never crawl back into the depths of your mind until at least one, sorrow filled tear has glided down your stone cold cheek.