what does it mean to truly be over someone?
is it actually not thinking of him every other minute of the day? is it being able to listen to sappy long songs without remembering the sweet nothings that he whispered to you beneath the faint breeze as you watched the stars fall out of the sky together? is it not having to feel pangs of jealousy every time you think about him flashing that adorable grin you loved so much to another girl? or as my high school psychology teacher taught me, is it being able to think about the past without living through all of it again?
driving back to berkeley from mountain view tonight after a delicious dinner celebrating my big bro's birthday, my roommate christine posed the question. and my friend lisa responded, "isn't it supposed to be like half the time you guys were together?"
perhaps. but what if you were with someone who touched the depths of your soul in a mere three months, four months, five months? as cynical as i am, as sarcastic as i may be, i still believe in romance, i still believe in passion, i believe in utter, hopeless, head-over-heels love. i believe that it is very possible to have footprints left on your heart from somebody who once graced your soul for even a mere two weeks. i believe that maybe there are some people who you truly cannot completely get over, for their resonance in your memories, your heart, and your precious emotions can never fade away entirely.
i believe in falling down, and getting up again. maybe in order to truly get over someone you need another to walk into your life and take your breath away again. maybe you need time, separation from everything you've ever known. maybe you need more moments spent in darkness crying away your sorrows. maybe you need to feel the terrible pangs of jealousy all over again, maybe you need to be told that your once lover has another he caresses late at night. maybe you need to hear the fatal words of "i'm completely over you", maybe you need six months in paris to clear your head. maybe you need alcohol. maybe you need cigarettes.
perhaps there really isn't a definite getting over someone. perhaps indentations will always be left on your heart from everyone who was ever able to penetrate it. and at 4:39 in the morning, i cannot seem to think of an ending sentence so i quote t.s. eliot.
"footfalls echo in the memory
down the passage which we did not take
towards the door we never opened
into the rose-garden. my words echo
thus, in your mind."
is it actually not thinking of him every other minute of the day? is it being able to listen to sappy long songs without remembering the sweet nothings that he whispered to you beneath the faint breeze as you watched the stars fall out of the sky together? is it not having to feel pangs of jealousy every time you think about him flashing that adorable grin you loved so much to another girl? or as my high school psychology teacher taught me, is it being able to think about the past without living through all of it again?
driving back to berkeley from mountain view tonight after a delicious dinner celebrating my big bro's birthday, my roommate christine posed the question. and my friend lisa responded, "isn't it supposed to be like half the time you guys were together?"
perhaps. but what if you were with someone who touched the depths of your soul in a mere three months, four months, five months? as cynical as i am, as sarcastic as i may be, i still believe in romance, i still believe in passion, i believe in utter, hopeless, head-over-heels love. i believe that it is very possible to have footprints left on your heart from somebody who once graced your soul for even a mere two weeks. i believe that maybe there are some people who you truly cannot completely get over, for their resonance in your memories, your heart, and your precious emotions can never fade away entirely.
i believe in falling down, and getting up again. maybe in order to truly get over someone you need another to walk into your life and take your breath away again. maybe you need time, separation from everything you've ever known. maybe you need more moments spent in darkness crying away your sorrows. maybe you need to feel the terrible pangs of jealousy all over again, maybe you need to be told that your once lover has another he caresses late at night. maybe you need to hear the fatal words of "i'm completely over you", maybe you need six months in paris to clear your head. maybe you need alcohol. maybe you need cigarettes.
perhaps there really isn't a definite getting over someone. perhaps indentations will always be left on your heart from everyone who was ever able to penetrate it. and at 4:39 in the morning, i cannot seem to think of an ending sentence so i quote t.s. eliot.
"footfalls echo in the memory
down the passage which we did not take
towards the door we never opened
into the rose-garden. my words echo
thus, in your mind."
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