depression and song

It was a fair morning yet I went to work feeling a little depressed. Lack of customers in the morning made me sit still and thoughts started finding their way to my mind. A tear found its way to my eyes and I quickly wiped them away when Andrew came and stood next to me. Thanks to him I forgot about everything else because he started making lame jokes.

Night approached and I sit in front of the computer chatting with Lina. It all came back again. This time, I didn’t bother to stop the tears from falling. With the tears falling and drying off, will the memories do the same? Fall and disappear? Will they choose to stay etched deeply in my mind and heart? Are the memories that great? Maybe. Is it because there are no new memories to take up the space of the old ones, that’s why it wouldn’t go away?

The memories together were precious, the time spent was timeless, the wounds inflicted too deep. Has my mellowed down personality had to do with me feeling this way? Have the walls I built to protect myself finally crumbled down? Here I am feeling weak and vulnerable and all I could think about is Andrew’s strong embrace. One that I can feel protected and secured in. One that can make me pour everything out and feel better again. I need to curl up in a ball and let everything out.