Written with a TWSBI Eco Black Yozakura (Black Sakura) with 1.1 stub nib, from Bungubox 2018. On Nanami Paper’s Seven Seas notebook with Tomoe River 52gsm paper. Can’t remember ink choice.
little did you know that you would think of all those days, one day, when the sun finally came out, and everyone was gathering ’round the street performers singing “there will be an answer – let it be” – this would be the moment when suddenly you realized the answer, or better, the question, and in that very same moment, already let it go.
There are so many things I want to write about, but the moment I do, I tend to forget them all.
And so this blog is all about the forgotten.
I’m so used to loving somebody that it feels irrational once I start thinking about unlove them.
“Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
“It’s painful, painful, painful…
One day she decides that she could fall for a better person.
Things are either told or not… or half way there. Why keep wondering rather than asking directly what’s going on?
I can’t remember what you said on the phone. I just remember how sweet it was for you to call me.
Along with time I probably will forget most of the things we used to talk about.
But I will remember how I loved you.
It got to a point when everything suddenly makes sense to me, but I’m no longer interested.