Here we are prying into the lives of those who once meant the world to us.
3x3 spaces of memories in the making.
Meeting someone new.
A casual brunch date.
Love.
You take innocent pictures of your hand enveloped into another,
not realizing that these hands used to belong to me.
Used to.
Such strong words.
Black typography on plain white backgrounds.
Simple Garamond that pierce mercilessly like daggers on a dartboard.
Who are we kidding when we say that "it is merely a quote."
These words are screams we muffle in the efforts of tranquilizing our feelings.
Screams in these plain 3x3 canvas.
Days tumbling into years,
feelings snowballing into one massive yearning.
Tears subconsciously welling up whenever someone mentions a certain someone's name.
I return to those 3x3 spaces
peering into your life like a curious stranger.
Watching you surpass those milestones as you move on,
without me.
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