Forgotten

Now that he was thinking about it, it seemed funny, in a bitter way, that he had to try so hard not to show his real emotions, the emotions that never felt more pure and true. Always trying to maintain his distance, not to say all the words that were filling his heart, and to be always one step behind, like a shadow. Witnessing the things that he was hoping are all just a bad nightmare.

Maybe he was doing all this to see a sign; a sign he waited so long for it to come that made him to forget himself, and he felt forgotten, but it didn’t come, it was never there to come.