Tinge

Tinge
by Enero

Tinge. It's defined aas a hint, a touch, a bit or a trace of someting
I've had my share of tinges today

I felt a tinge of nostalgia
I remembered you in the middle of taking my morning shower. I remembered the adys we used to spend, the mornings I woke up next to you, the passionate kisses we shared and the secret glances we exchanged across a crowded room. I remembered your smile, your eyes and the way we held each other. It was like we had a language all to our own, a communication form no one lese could ever know about.

I felt a tinge of Anger
I went to work and saw you, talking to me like nothing happened, like everything we shared meant nothing, all because you suddenly decided tomove on without me. I felt the sharp pang of rejection, hurt and remorse. How could I have allowed myself to get hurt this bad?

I felt a tinge of sadness.
I was sitting across you at the table during launch and I suddenly felt melancholic. I mourned the friendship and the oppurtunity that was lost because you failed to see the future for all its possibilities. You never realized the beauty of things to come.

I felt a tinge of fear.
I looked at you this afternoon while we were having another of our casual conversations and secretly asked myself if I can still find love again, and if i can still love again, after you have hurt me so bad> I am afraid for my heart because i feel there's a chance I may never get over you. I am afraid i will forever live on your memory.

All these tinges put together made up a collage of complex emotions I feel every time our paths would cross. I don't know when this will end; all i know is that you have made me feel a whole continuum of emotions I have never felt before. I did care about you, just sadly, I have come to realize it was real, but only for my part.

I hope tomorrow's tinges will be a bit better. Until then, i will have to survive on my own