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Posted on December 11, 2009 by Eleni Zoe| 8 Comments

Dearest Anon,

It was lovely seeing you again too.

When we sparred–my ice tinged words piercing our truths with humor; your words grazing old wounds with freshly familiar vagueness–I yearned for night to stand still. I longed for your words to desert you; for me to remain silent; a mime on pause dripping tar soaked tears.

You are but one tear that slides–no, that tears mercilessly–across the blemished face of time.

And I am time; a constant second hand reminder. A tick tocking record keeper of all we were; all we could have been.

But the night, it couldn’t stand still–even for time. And when we parted, when we said goodbye, when we stood face to face it occurred to me that you’re shorter than I remember. Yet, your eyes still wrinkle when you smile. Your lips still smirk when you evade.You haven’t changed at all.

In sad fact, while it was lovely seeing you too, time seems to have changed nothing.

I still want to be your record keeper.

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8 Responses to Unsent

dasi | December 12, 2009 at 12:54 pm | Reply

seriously, stop. you need to get over him. I know it sucks, but you will only grow to be stronger in the long run. there is someone else out there for you, so stop. and do not settle for this mediocre piece of shit.
Mai | December 13, 2009 at 9:47 am | Reply

I agree. Seriously. STOP. I know how it feels… here I am 6 months later and I still am in the process of putting my life back together. There IS someone out there who deserves you and everything you have to offer.
K | December 14, 2009 at 12:48 am | Reply

I wish I had clicked ‘Submit’ for the comment I almost posted yesterday on this post. Wish wish wish I had. For you. And I’ll paraphrase what I was going to say.

I’ve never been much of a blog reader, but from reading for so long yours has been the first ever to make me receptive for you as if I knew you personally. When I read that you’re sad, I’m sad when I’m reading it. And this post did the same. Because I wish I could be a voice from the far future to tell you that things may hurt now – but whilst Time might not have changed anything for you yet, give her more time to weave her web of life. This man might be your fate. Or fate might be directing you somewhere else, in another place, on another day, somewhere better.

Just remember – and believe yourself – that you have a golden fate waiting for you, being spun every day strand by strand.
- Hope | December 14, 2009 at 2:02 pm | Reply
  
  Awww! Well thanks for posting it now. Better late than never, right? And I think giving ourselves more time for the possibilities of the future is a beautiful concept.
Mae December | December 14, 2009 at 8:32 pm | Reply

I think this was written beautifully. I don’t feel like it’s about “not getting over” someone, I actually thought it was the complete opposite. You’re OK with it, you’ve come to terms, despite the bittersweetness.

Sometimes things are so amazingly written, that commenting feels unnecessary. That happens a lot when I read you. I just feel like there’s nothing left to say except listen to you…
another social scientist | December 14, 2009 at 10:59 pm | Reply

That was beautiful. With some people it will never matter how much time passes it will still be there.
Kelly | January 8, 2010 at 6:23 pm | Reply

I agree w/ Another Social Scientist. Sometimes never go away completely; that doesn’t make it wrong, that just makes it normal…. and sometimes, beautifully bittersweet.
thinkingtoohard | February 2, 2010 at 6:02 am | Reply

omg – now who hasn’t been there?
Beautifully written. Something every person can relate to on a very intimate level.