On Jim & Zoya

It’s crazy to think how by the end of it all most likely we’ll just end up as two strangers who know each other’s secrets and life story and (maybe still) follow each other on insta (maybe shouldn't). Do you remember all those date ideas you had on your notes? and I told you in two weeks change my name if I don’t tick each of them off one by the end of it. Who knew (well maybe we knew) that even if we checked most of them off (surprisingly so; I do surprise people don’t I?) but those two weeks would actually have been the “end of it.” I hate endings.

Do you remember a week ago, you asked how long du think we’ll last? do you remember I shrugged it off with my usual answer and you told me “you and your faux cocky pessimism on love”? do you remember our last meeting in where I wiped the tears off your face and jokingly told you “you never know when it’s the last time you see someone”? well I didn’t think that the joke would actually end up being the reality. I hate to admit this but turned out I was right; now all we have left is the date ideas we won’t have and those stupid stories we won’t share. Tbf it all did start with a very bad stupid idea, your stupid idea I might add; kinda ironical how it all turned out isn’t it?

I think my only regret is if I knew that would be the last time we saw each other, I would’ve hugged you tightly, kissed you more gently and told you all the good things about you just in case you haven’t heard them enough from me. I know I complained way too much, but I always see the good in you. I guess we just entered each others life, at a wrong time. Me & my timing... like always. Maybe in another life this would have worked out. Maybe in another life....

“just don’t play sad song when I leave”
- I hope you remember

I wish I could have,
Jim.