The Boy In My Photo Gallery

I was scrolling through my phone's gallery when I came across your picture. I stopped, deciding to take a look at you. You looked as strikingly handsome as you always were, your eyes had that sparkle that would always make me want to drown in them. Your lips had that smile that would always take my breath away. You looked like the boy I had fallen for, but why does that boy only exist in my gallery?

"Where's that boy now? " my heart asked.

Perhaps he's now residing in the deepest, secluded corner of my mind, a corner where my thoughts don't go.

Deep down I know you must be somewhere around this world, chasing your dreams and passion, living your life to the fullest. I also know you've moved on, but you never needed to do so. You had nothing to move on from, you weren't the one holding the fragments of your heart until it made you bleed. You weren't the one who chose friendship over everything. You weren't the one who fabricated thousand of smiles while falling on the thorns. And lastly, you weren't the one who stood there helplessly while they lost the love of their life.

 "This sounds so cliche... "

"Isn't everything about love is so cliche? " my heart retorted.

It's strange how the heart that had been shattered by the loss of you, has now regained the ability to defend you again.

It's been a long time since I last saw your picture since I last tried dialing your number since I last waited for you to return. I don't wait for you now, I know you aren't coming back to me, to your once best friend, to the girl who never got the chance to let you know that she had fallen in love with you.

There were times when hope would again weave its way to my heart whenever my phone lit up. There were times when every doorbell would awake the anticipation of your arrival when every pillow underneath my head would soak the tears shed in your remembrance. And then, there were the times, when my heart wouldn't skip a beat when my phone used to lit up. When my heart didn't somersault right between the lungs upon hearing your name, when there were no butterflies fluttering in my stomach when I used to see your picture, when the sparkle in your brown eyes didn't make me want to drown in them, when your smile no longer took my breath away, it only made smile slightly.

 That's when the realization came, that my heart has let go of the remnants that would make me bleed. My heart had again built itself, hiding the cracks somewhere in a deep corner. And that's when I stopped waiting for you, my long lost love.

My love for you is now a distant, sweet and sour memory that I would forever treasure. I hope you've realized all those dreams that you had chose over us. Even though you're no longer here, your presence and our memories would always be embedded deep in my heart. They say you fall in love only once, but I've fallen for you more than once and despite being fallen out of love with you now, my heart says I can fall for you again in an instant. But don't worry, I won't let my heart fall again only for the hidden cracks to resurface and make me bleed again...