Rumor has it that sticks and stones may break your bones, but words can never hurt you. They also say that actions speak louder than words.
But there was nothing in this world that screamed louder than the monotonous “goodbye” that escaped his lips that day.
Nothing has ever compared to the torturous pain that rushed through my body at full speed.
No one could see the snapshots of memories that started flooding my mind and caused the gears in my mind to grind and cringe. It made me wonder what I did wrong or if it was even me at all.
No one could feel the bass line that pounded in my heart and radiated into my ears, clouding my mind. No one else could hear it. No one knew that the tone in which he said those few words spoke the depth of a novel.
No one knew that was meant to be our last goodbye.
And maybe I talked too much when all he wanted was silence. Maybe he wanted tough love while I gave him sincerity. Maybe he wanted to be alone while I kept suffocating him with my presence.
I just couldn’t get enough of him. Every part of my being was drawn to him. But there was always something there, an elephant in the room. It told me that I should run as fast as I could. But I never really liked running all that much, and even if I did, I wasn’t capable.
I was too stuck on him.
I craved his existence like the last cigarette in my pack. I wanted to savor it for as long as I possibly could, because I knew it would eventually be an empty box. An empty box that I would throw away and never think of again. I became an empty cigarette pack, because I gave him my last one.
And I had yet to buy another.