00:38, Saturday, Nov. 23, 2013
When you sift through some old things and come across letters you can't bear to read because you don't want to start missing what once was and yet will never be again.
To think that at one stage in time, that person once felt that way about you: it feels happy, forlorn, peaceful, empty. You cherish that memory, but feel mostly apathetic towards that person.
You can't smile, you can't cry, you feel warm, but at the same time you couldn't care less. You miss it, but you don't pine. You wonder, but you don't regret.
You close your eyes and relive it in your head.