old friends

last week n said to me, "you remember a lot more about me than i do." it made me laugh. of course i remember. i've loved him since i was a child. if you were to read my diaries from eight, ten years ago, you would find it full of him and k and i. that was a long time ago - we were still learning who we were.

the thing was, we never learnt, at least i never did. not until fate took us apart. but now i'm back and he's back and we are golden again.

he hugged me this morning. it was just a hug, but he hadn't done it in years and it made me feel loved and wanted and worth something and like i was young again. so many memories. happy times and heartbreak and euphoria and praying on the mountain and holding hands, spinning in the wind.

i don't think you ever forget your first love. not now. not ever.

hypnotised

"we held hands when we walked down the gingerbread path into the forest, blood dripping from our fingers. we danced with witches and kissed monsters. we turned us into wintergirls, and when she tried to leave, i pulled her back into the snow because i was afraid to be alone."

i am walking down that path again. the trees cast black shadows on the ground. i try to walk around them so i don't get sucked into the darkness, but it calls to me. softly. gently. the shadows wrap themselves around my arms, tug me closer to them, caress my hair, whisper sweet nothings in my ears, make me feel worthwhile. they draw me in, hypnotising me with eyes so black they must be bottomless.

when i try to take my hand back, scarlet regret and betrayal drips down, staining the icy ground dark red. i give in. the cuts heal. i let the shadows take me.

i am scared. but at least feeling scared is better than feeling nothing.