You Tell Me

So, what's the look of love?

Today

I was looking out from the window the other day. It was raining. I was thinking to myself how come silence could be so loud between two closed ones. I was trying to figure out what went wrong. What could have been done. What we didn't do. And what was left to be amended. I tried so hard to rethink every step we took from the very begining to where we ended. Details and more details. I started to write down everything. Colors, places, clothes, days, foods, time. Words. Yes, when I was about to write the first word you said to me, I stopped. I couldn't come up with anything. All I could write was the last few words you told me on the phone the other day. Yes, I can no longer remember. And whenever my head hurts when I force myself too hard to recall our past, you're always there telling me "let's start from here". Thank you.