Suddenly...

Suddenly, we’re happy.  Suddenly, we’re not.  All of these pictures, which were on my keeping, tell us we were that fine and peaceful... but things change along with time (in fact, very fast unpredictable time), and realizations come like lightning striking the ground.  The matter becomes so certain and clear… that I love, but she doesn’t, and I already know it even right from the start. It’s just that I was drowned by a dream I thought was the reality—then I woke up with my heart pondering in regret, and soon, I know, acceptance (because I do not have a choice).

So what will I do now to these pictures?  If I delete these, what will happen?  Will it help me heal my heart so fast, as fast as how we broke it into pieces?  If I don’t, will I keep staring at these pictures remembering the past that we had (I mean no past at all, because there was no “we” on the first place—keep dreaming perhaps)?  The answers are all up to me… all up to me alone.