will it ever stop hurting?

03 August 2007 @ 00:13
my mood

I am thinking of my first trip to Brazil. The giant tourist-magnet church in Sao Paulo state. The mall that accompanied it. Of a boy who was switching rapidly from Portuguese and English, who understood everything that was being said around him. Holding turtles, touching sharks, being blissful.

He doesn't remember any of this. He doesn't remember dating me. He barely remembers how we met.

There's more that he doesn't remember, that he will probably never remember.

Not all of it is positive. It hurts the most when he doesn't understand why I don't want to talk to him.
--Annie

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