Things Would Matter Eventually

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It took her one week of social detox to learn something precious: Nothing Really Mattered. It's not that things are invaluable, but they didn't really matter at the end. Or in the middle. Being alive on Earth is.... something. 

She's being ungrateful about everything. But him. She appreciated him long before realizing she had feelings for him. Their talks, jokes, deep thoughts, and planned future still hang in the back of her mind because she appreciated him from the start before he even got into her life. And they always told each other that they would love each other no matter how they were, where they were, and under any label, they titled their relationship with. And now, as he's labeled a stranger to her, she still loves and appreciates him knowing that this mind she will never find again. 

Damn, this attitude of hers. Her pride. But, it doesn't matter. Because they come and go, she told herself. Because, as they come she would welcome them, appreciate them, enjoy time together and she would share her loveliness and all. And as they go, she will bleed slowly, smiling that she hadn't missed out a thing. She would accept her fate because above her remains her true identity and what she aspires to be. Above all roam the things that really matter and send her alive. And she would wait till someday, one of them ascend.


A sweet note: what cannot be forgotten reappears in dreams

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