{"id":27,"date":"2023-04-26T00:50:25","date_gmt":"2023-04-26T00:50:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/journal.igarachi.com\/?p=27"},"modified":"2023-04-26T05:01:21","modified_gmt":"2023-04-26T05:01:21","slug":"the-shiny-fine-golden-line","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/journal.igarachi.com\/index.php\/2023\/04\/26\/the-shiny-fine-golden-line\/","title":{"rendered":"The shiny fine golden line"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>We said our goodbyes after barely greeting each other. Or at least that is how it felt like.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I am unsure if it was your eyes that said it all, or mine that could capture all the small details that led me to this realisation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I won&#8217;t lie, after we locked eyes and turned them in opposite directions, I looked over my shoulders in a successful attempt to see your silhouette against the sun one last time. I still can remember a shiny fine golden line contouring your shape as you walked away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>There was no soundtrack for this scene. I could only hear your steps becoming more and more distant. If there were one, I wouldn&#8217;t be able to tell what genre would suit this best. I guess I will never know.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It is quite &#8220;funny&#8221; to think about all the moments that we will never share. &#8220;Funny&#8221; because I truly believed they could become true. Even funnier to think that I imagined them so vividly that they could easily be confused with memories. If only I knew.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Look, this is not your fault. Perhaps not even mine. I can&#8217;t blame you for this. No, I don&#8217;t blame you for this. Though there was a tangible connection between us, it just didn&#8217;t work out and that is OK. Maybe our link wasn&#8217;t as strong as I thought it was. I could&#8217;ve been blindsided&#8230; Who knows? I guess it doesn&#8217;t matter, does it?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Don&#8217;t, for even a second, think that I hold a grudge for this. Not at all. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Goodbyes are just as magical as new beginnings and I appreciate them equally.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Know that although I won&#8217;t be waiting for you, you can still catch up to me should you feel like it. You know my pace as I know yours.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>For now, it is a farewell. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But &#8220;now&#8221; is just as long as a fraction of a second. It becomes past even before you can process this word in your brain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I hope you know what I mean.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>***<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>At some point, you are anywhere to be seen. Vanished like a vestige of light in a void.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Soon enough, I can no longer recall your face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It quite frustrates me because it was once so clear to me. So recognisable. I could describe every single feature of yours with my eyes closed. Not anymore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I won&#8217;t forget our ending scene, though. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>That shiny fine golden line of yours.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>How it beautifully and graciously penetrated my pupils and engraved your silhouette in my brain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>That, my friend&#8230; That I will never forget.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We said our goodbyes after barely greeting each other. Or at least that is how it felt like. I am unsure if it was your eyes that said it all, or mine that could capture all the small details that led me to this realisation. 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