The key to not being sad hearing a song is not listening too closely to the lyrics.
The key to not being sad writing a poem is not reading too in-between the lines.
The key to not being sad reminiscing a memory is not thinking past the parts that matter.

Since you left, I have listened to music with my mind occupied and I have read poems with my heart elsewhere and I have thought of you while doing Maths.

Last week I made a conscious decision and effort. I told myself I'll go swim, and I surprisingly managed to get there. I tread with my toes lightly into the water. The chill crawled up my legs slowly, dying to enter my spine. And I stepped out immediately as if I've been scalded by fire.

It is funny, isn't it? 

I wanted to tell you this is an analogy - an analogy of how I never do anything too intently now because everything is you.

And yet all I could think of is;

Had I submerged myself, I would finally be able to hear everything and see nothing.
Had I submerged myself, my mind would have went into a helpless limbo, a limbo where thoughts of you finally manage to crush past the locked door to my conscious begging to be released.

Had I submerged myself,
I would have never wanted to resurface again.