Bounce-ing

As i scrolled through another temporary cheap-ass cellular, I stopped at the dot matrix game; BOUNCE and reminisce of the day when you showed me the game and how far you got through the levels excitedly in the way that only you could.

That very innocent-fairy-like sincerity that warms my heart like wool.

It was one of those times where during our 'broken periods' that i wish i had told you how i truly felt. The one where i should have swallowed pride with a mouthful of bleach. And one by one every other scene plays again much like the redundant films the times i slowly tore and tore us apart to find me just to lose you without ever once finding me.

I'm stumbling for words to express what and how this feels right now except its empty, much like how a few hundred million people are feeling right now, i am one of them, way beyond empty (to quote Zakk Wylde) and it's burning like a motherfucker. Like much of what's been written here, it's hell replaying the scene's and knowing where i fucked up and stumbled.

Just like you said i would...