This is something I'd written so long ago that it almost seems like a lifetime has passed. I can smile about it now because this person that I was once hopelessly in love with is now my dearest friend. And that is just so much better!

I’ve tried everything possible to forget you - from destroying the shreds of my imagination that still hold a picture of you to scratching out your name from the hollows of my eyes till it cuts deep and begins to bleed.
You are the anachronism in my life.

I once thought that if you and I were meant to be the earth would move and the sky would fall. But we’re not. And the earth still moves. And the sky still falls. But only here. At the spot where I remain standing. Waiting.

Sometimes, all the happiness I can contain gets engulfed by the pain that you don’t know exists. And the tears I cry do nothing but rue the fact that the only place in which I seek comfort, is the one place I will never get it from. And sometimes I think that I want it that way. Which is why I look for it in impossible places.

And life goes on. We go on. Me on this side of the road - fighting back the tears, swallowing the pain. You on the other side – your brown eyes melting, waving out to me on your way to lunch.

You were and always will be the anachronism in my life.