Forgetting
You cracked the mirror on purpose. You said mirrors were supposed to show us not just how we looked, but how we felt.
I asked, aren’t you scared you’ll awaken that memory every morning, when you see yourself?
And you said, on the contrary, that you feared forgetting it even more. Forgetting that it happened, forgetting that it hurt, forgetting it was your fault. Scared that you’ll repeat the same mistake, for the same reasons, with the same ending - more broken mirrors, more shattered glass, more dents on the bumper.
The morning after, I stared at my reflection long and hard. Then, I drew a line down the middle of my mirror.
You were the first to divide me. And I doubt I will ever erase that line.
originally written on 02 Oct 2010
2 months ago