no.

it's like the past three years never happened.

that none of the gut-wrenching sob-worthy stories were ever written, that those blurry faces never existed because i never met them. it's like it doesn't matter anymore because, well, was it even worth it in the first place? it's like the tick-tock of countdowns until goodbyes, and the resonating voice that whispered, "bye" - yet it is the loudest boom i've ever heard. and i can still hear it. and the door slamming, i can hear that too.

it's like i never got into that cab. it's like you never resurfaced again. and since it never happened...it's like i'll never need to come up for air, ever again.