For the first time after an eternity, I am able to say that I am fine. And actually mean the phrase. I wake up. I try to live the day given to me. I do the things I've got to do without facing complexities from time to time. I love as much as I can without losing parts of me in the process. I smile and even laugh occasionally and whenever I do, I am mesmerized by the genuine sound of it. I have learned to adore myself and put the traumas of my past behind me in order to move forward. But all it takes is one particular song or sometimes more of them. The melodious songs I ruined for myself with deadly thoughts of the same exact person over and over again. I screw my eyes shut and remind myself that my tears won't change a thing. but who do I fool? The same pair of eyes that got me in trouble the first time? But none of it matters now. It has happened yet again. It is too late for any kind of reminding. Because my tears have gone against my better judgement. And I have gone back. To the night we met.

-E