The Strangest Thing
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 5 years 5 months 5 minutes from now. you have her 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 her eyes.
The picture from last summer when both of you are sun-soaked and laughing only holds two strangers that so many people will never even see. She was your whole universe but when it’s in perspective, you are just a speck of dust, and she, a pinprick of light that you were unlucky enough to cross paths with. there are people who saw you out of the corner of their eyes when you were on your first date, when she kissed you the first time.
They don’t think about you. they never did. there’s a guy who bumped into her on the street the night she left you and he mumbled a ‘sorry’ and then forgot her 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 her, how much you need her, how much it hurts, someone across the world says her name and doesn’t feel a damn thing. — The Strangest Thing