The more you tell the story – the less it is your own.

Somebody once said

Do you remember that day?

That fine day when we sat together and laughed at the prospect of this actually happening?

How we envisioned that there’ll come a day and we’ll become stories to one another?

How we thought it through – that on that day, I will sit down to tell the story of you to somebody else, and you gonna tell the story of me.

And on that fine day – we will finally turn into stories to one another.

And look at us today?

You are not really anything to me anymore.

And so am I – not anything to you.

But there was a time in our lives….

When we sat together.

And laughed at the prospect of becoming stories to one another.

Today – I laugh with somebody else.

But while your name still lingers on my lips –

Let me enjoy the beauty of the moment.

Let me laugh while the story still lasts.

Because there’ll come a day and we will become stories to one another.

And on that fine day – our story will be shared with another me.

And another you.

But let me laugh while the story still lasts.

Let me enjoy it while it’s ours to share.

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(I don’t even know if it hurts anymore)

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(I don’t think it does)

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(but I might be lying)