The Time Traveler

Merry Christmas! :)

For you.

(An emo post. Beware!)

One day, I would wake up and not remember you. I would easily forget you just like I did with the rest of them. I would bury you in the depths of my mind. This thing is temporary. It is just a simple chemical reaction. It can be reversed. You are just a glitch in my daily routine.  A tiny, little bug that I would be able to fix. I would purge you out of my system. I would be clean again.

One day, I would finally grow up. I would grow out of this thing like a kid in his baby clothes. I would realize that this thing was not what I thought it had been from the start. I would see things clearly. I would understand everything. I would have found my own Rosetta stone.

One day, I would get by without thinking about you. You would just be another blurry memory. A stupid reminder of my youth. A mistake that I would not let happen again. Ever.

One day, I would forget this feeling. You would never affect me this way anymore. We would go back to being strangers - and leave it as is. We would never see each other. We would never communicate. I could finally go back to how my life was. A life without you. A life where I don’t care about you.

One day, you might read about this. I don’t know when. Or how. But you would probably just laugh at it. (Not realizing, it was actually about you.) I wouldn’t really know anyway.

One day, I would have probably mustered the courage to say these things to you upfront. You would probably be confused. Angry. Or I don’t know. But I always knew that it would be a string of negative emotions. This would probably be the end of everything. It’s inevitable. But it’s alright. This is my goal anyway.

One day, you would probably miss me. (I hope so.) But it would be too late. We had already drifted apart. You don’t know me and I don’t know you anymore. Just two people with a common past. Nothing more, nothing less.

One day, I would have already moved on. I would read this thing again. Then, I would try to remember who it was about. It would be futile. In the end, I would just laugh about it. The “future” me would find this very silly. This feeling was really nothing. This feeling doesn’t mean anything now; it would never mean a thing in the years to come.

And then one day, we would meet again. Maybe in a mall. Or a park. We would greet each other with hi’s and hello’s. An exchange of pleasantries and awkwardness (mostly on my part). But, we would leave it at that. Then, we would walk away and pass each other like nothing’s ever happened. A rush of memories would probably cloud my mind. But that would be the end of it. You would be nothing but a childish memory.