It's a calm evening.
Coffee in one hand. Silence in the other.
"Heat Waves" plays softly in the background.
Sometimes all I think about is you,
late nights in the middle of June.
For a moment, everything feels still.
Unchanged.
June.
Huh.
Not only June.
All the late nights.
A strange pity settles in my chest.
Years have passed, yet I am still stuck on the same day —
the day we last met.
My eyes fill before I can stop them.
And then, suddenly, a small weight jumps onto my lap.
My blue-eyed princess.
Grey and white fur.
A face full of suspicion.
Are you crying again for that man?
Very bad, Mumma.
She stares at me as if she's made a silent promise —
not to let me break again.
And somehow, that makes me smile.
At twenty-five, far away from family and friends,
living in a quiet flat with my baby Ruev,(kitten)
I realise — I am not alone.
Ruev keeps watching me, unmoved.
"Okay, okay," I whisper.
"I won't think about him again. Sorry, madam."
I lift her and walk into my room.
Spotify continues —
Let Her Go.
From thinking about him
to finally letting him go.
Let him?
He already left.
I'm the one
still stuck on him.