Hanging Memories

On a new morning, as the first rays of the sun seeped through my bedroom window, I was still lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. My mind was crowded with memories, those moments we shared, the laughter and conversations we exchanged. How could things turn so quickly? How could love become something bitter?

I picked up my phone and started scrolling through old photos. Pictures of us together in the park, on the beach, and in the cafes we used to frequent. In each picture, there was a smile adorning our faces, but now, those smiles seemed like just a mask hiding a lot of pain and disappointment.

“How did we get here?” I asked myself again. I knew something had broken between us, something that couldn’t be easily fixed.

I decided to leave the house; maybe some fresh air would help me think more clearly. As I walked through the streets, thoughts swirled in my head like an endless whirlpool.

I stopped at the cafe we loved to sit in. I walked in and sat in the corner we liked, ordering the same coffee we always drank. But today, it didn’t have the same taste; it was just bitter coffee, reflecting the bitterness I felt.

As I sat there, I saw you walk in. It was an unexpected moment, but also inevitable. You hadn’t changed much, the same faint smile, the same sad look in your eyes.

“Hello,” I said in a low voice, as if I feared the words would dissolve in the air. You looked at me coldly, then sat at the opposite table.

“How are you?” I asked, but I didn’t expect a real answer. We both knew things weren’t alright.

“Fine, and you?” you replied with the same coldness.

“Fine,” I lied. There were many things I wanted to say, many questions I wanted to ask, but the words wouldn’t come. We sat in silence, staring at our coffee cups in front of us, as if they held all the answers we were looking for.

“Why did you do this to us?” I finally asked, my voice choked. You looked at me, and in your eyes, there was something of sadness, but also something of resignation.

“I didn’t know what I was doing,” you answered, and that answer was enough to add more pain to my heart.

“Was everything just a lie?” I asked, but you didn’t answer. You just looked away, as if trying to escape reality.

At that moment, I realized we had lost everything. There was nothing that could bring us back to what we were. The days we spent together had turned into just hanging memories in the air, unreachable and untouchable.

I left money on the table and got up to leave. “Goodbye,” I said, and you didn’t turn around. I walked out of the cafe, leaving everything behind.

(Away from you and everything that reminds me of you.)

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