The strangest part about a hurt this big
is that no one can really feel it but you;
no one else is going to remember it
10 years 10 months 10 minutes from now.
You have his phone number memorized
and you've thought about calling it
a hundred times tonight
but there are somehow billions of people
who don't even know the color of his eyes.
The picture from last summer
when both of you are looking at each other
and laughing only represents two strangers that
so many people will never even see.
He was your whole universe
but when it's in perspective,
you are just a particle of dust,
and he, a gleam of light
that you were unlucky enough
to cross paths with.
There are people who barely glanced at you
when you were on your first date,
when he kissed you the first time.
They don't think about you.
They never did.
There's a girl who bumped into him
the night he left you
and she murmured 'sorry'
and then forgot him and
moved on, the way you never will.
And when you are sobbing into your pillow
and your whole body is heaving
with how much you love him,
how much you need him,
how much it hurts,
someone across the world says his name
and doesn't feel a damn thing.
— m.f. // The strangest thing
