Aftermath

‘Just because it’s over, doesn’t mean the love ends… It’s easy to break a relationship but the love you feel is hard to break and sometimes it is impossible to break and get over.’

I am listening to the radio on my way home as I drive my car. I cannot help but to agree on what the caller said to the DJ. I actually love this relationship and moving on segment on SM radio show so I quite listen to it a lot these past few months.The caller seems to be having trouble moving on from her past relationship so I can relate to her story.

It’s been six months since my relationship lasted, and I couldn’t help but to think about her all the time.

Why?

Everywhere I go is filled with her and everything I see is all her.

Why again?

Just this car I’m driving was given by her.

I couldn’t help but to imagine her sitting beside me at the passenger seat as she beams that beautiful smile.

‘I love you.’ she said to me

 ‘You’re an idiot, Tiffany.’ I replied to her as I concealed the fluttering feelings I felt that time and tried hard not to smile like a stupid love sick teenager.

I was too prideful to admit that I love her too.

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I shrug upon my thoughts and focus on the present time. Anyway, I shouldn’t think about the past things and focus upon my future more.

I arrive to my house and fumble my keys to open the door. I go straight up on the couch and flop myself there.

I am so tired.

I enjoy the peaceful comfort that the couch is giving me but suddenly, it isn’t peaceful anymore.

Why?

I just remember, this couch was given by her too.

‘Taeyeon, what’s you favorite color?’ she asked me as we were walking on a furniture store, apparently, she needed a new book stand for her room and I accompanied her to buy one

‘Tiffany, that’s a children’s question. We’re both adults here.’ I said to her

‘Okay, who invented the microscope?’ she queried playfully

‘Blue, Tiffany…Blue is my favorite color.’ I said to her and she looked disappointed

‘Why Blue? Pink is better!’

‘Tiffany, I’m not you.’

‘Oh, look at that couch. The design looks cute.’ she made an admiring comment towards the pink couch

‘I think the blue one is much better… It looks cool.’ I suggested

‘Do you want that couch?’ she asked out of the blue

‘What?’

‘We’ll buy that.’ she said eagerly

‘Tiffany, how about your book stand?’ I asked

‘I don’t care about the book stand, what matters to me is you.’

And there goes my heart.

I sat up and happened to look at my TV.

Even my TV reminds me of her. Oh, that 69 inches flat screen TV was given by her too.

She used to come over my house and we cuddled on the same couch she gave me as we watched those corny chic flicks she likes. Eww.

‘Taeyeon, you’re sleeping, wake up.’ she whined

‘I don’t care, go away.’ she moved even more closer to me and hugged me tightly

‘Nope, I won’t move. Not even a hair strand apart from you.’ she said

I wasn’t able to form a decent reply.

My brain malfunctioned and so as my heart.

 But that I wouldn’t dare to tell her because I still chose to believe that I wasn’t serious about her.

The traffic’s hell, slow as the pace of my moving on.

I went to the kitchen to drink some water to clear of my thoughts.

But that .

Even that ing fridge was given by her.

I cook my dinner on the stove and I wear my apron. I could just imagine how she used to give me some back hugs as I cooked dinner for us before.

‘Hi.’ she said as she gave me a bone crushing back hug

‘Tiffany, I’m cooking.’

‘Did you like the fridge I sent?’ she asked softly, her hands were calmly moving from my shoulder to my