So today, I woke up with a new kind of pain. It was the raw, aching feeling of something so novel and wonderful that I haven’t yet begun to fathom.
I want to tell you to let me go. Because I know this won’t last forever and I need to protect myself as best I can so I don’t get broken again.
Your silence is a harsh and much needed reminder that I deserve far more than what you were willing to give me.
We were meant to be forever, you and me.
Stay so I can show you how beautiful the sky is on a summer night, or how the crickets sing their love melodies as the sun goes down. Stay so I can rewrite our histories, bring you even closer so I’ll never know your absence. Stay so I can kiss every wound on your heart, until you forget that you were ever broken.
I don’t believe in goodbyes. I don’t believe that the connections we have to people and things are temporary. That somewhere along the way they cease to exist, cease to carry meaning, cease to be something real.
Goodbye to any possibility of butterflies, sparks, and fireworks.
“I wasn’t sure at first. But then Nikki called me this morning to tell me she’d seen her, too, and we talked about it, and…” She paused.“And what?” I prompted. “We didn’t… say goodbye.”
No one tells you, though, that trying to move on is a kind of death that you inflict upon yourself. People always make it sound so easy.
He put both hands up and backed himself out of the kitchen. “I’ll have most of my things gone by the end of the day.”