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I opened a wound today. One that didn’t really have my attention lately. It was just there and I was only aware of it’s existence.
Peeled off the bandage. Slowly. Very slowly. It was hurting but I won’t care otherwise. I appreciate it still hurts. Didn’t care much. Pulled the bandage, threw it away, and today, for a difference, I didn’t ignore it.

I stared at it. Almost like it’s something that I had lost and found again today. So precious.
It smelled like the summer days. Of flowers that bloomed only in sunny days and scents you could only smell then.
Damn. Flashback.

Like a Polaroid camera you take everywhere when it’s something important. Or just anything. It reminded me of nights I spoke to him till dawn, of when we just had each other. Just.
It dawned to me about what things could do. Really. And how we never really appreciate how really tiny things can leave a mark, memory, scar, anything on us till the very last breath of our lives.
It just stays. Unlike humans, memories and flashbacks never leave.
It had been a while now.
Snap. Back to reality.

It was a dim winter evening. I poured some coffee and this time, didn’t cover the wound with a bandage. This time, I didn’t leave. We didn’t part.
I kept it open till it became a scab. Somehow, you still are in me. On my skin.
And this time, it’s us.
Not you and me.

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