If you keep yourself busy enough, you won’t miss him.
He’ll fall between the cracks of the bustling wall of insurmountable tasks that occupy, absorb and demand your undivided attention.
You’ll go from thinking about him at every waking moment of your mundane life, to forgetting what his voice sounds like.
You’ll trade memories of uncontrollable laughter for tranquility that comes from his absence.
You’ll stop dreaming about how wonderful it felt to simply hold his hand, to touch his face, to be the recipient of his dazzling smile that filled your dark life with rainbows.
Try as you may, days, months and years later, you will fail to recall what was it that made you fall in love. You will scratch your head and wonder, laughing at your own ignorance, trying to sift through your cluttered consciousness for reasons that could possibly explain why you chose to jump off the cliff, knowing you could very well never survive a fall from that high.
Somewhere in the chaos, an answer will emerge. You will not appreciate the candor of your intellect. You will throw it away, rummaging the depths of your past for an easier answer. An answer that would fit into this puzzle like a perfect piece.
Yet, in your soul, you know the reason.
That there was no reason to begin with.
You jumped off that cliff, holding his hand, looking into his eyes, knowing that your death won’t come from the fall, but from drowning in the endless abyss of his oceanic blue eyes.
And just when you thought you’d forgotten it all, you’ll be swept by those flooding waves of memories again and again, till you get tired of thrashing about in it, and drown.