Someday, whether it will be weeks or years from now, he will realize what he lost when he let you go. He will realize his mistake. He will feel regret. And he will reel in his own misery, when he realizes what he did to make you leave.
He probably doesn’t get it now. He doesn’t understand what he lost. He doesn’t comprehend the beautiful, radiating light that you gave to him. He doesn’t know yet. How badly he messed up. How badly he is going to miss you.
But someday, it’s going to hit him in one swift motion.
It will happen when he leasts expects it. He will be walking to work on a cold November day and he will miss the way your hands warmed his throbbing fingertips. And all at once, he will struggle to breathe. Because you aren’t there to kiss him, to make it all better.
And he will realize that your leaving is his fault.
Someday, he will realize the magnitude of this loss. He will remember the first day you met. The first day he saw your smile and wanted to know your name. He will remember the first time his heart skipped a beat when he found out you were going to the same party as him.
He will remember the first time he asked you out and the first time he had the guts to kiss you. He will remember how he felt when your warmth was beside him, near him. He will remember how he felt when you were there. You were always there. Always there when he called. Always there when he needed you. Always there for him, no matter the time of day.
And he will remember that he was the one who ended it. That he was the one who tore it all apart. That he was the one who cared less. Who loved less. Who thought that that he needed to spread his wings some more. And he will remember the look on your face when he said, ‘it’s over’.
And he will look back on the years spent loving you. The years spent with your smile and your hands and your wind blown, wild hair. And he will look back on the best years of his damn life.
And he will remember that, now? He is all alone. And it’s his own damn fault.
And he will know that you are probably out there, in a new city, blooming and flourishing like you always did so easily. And all at once, he will put his hands over his face and he will feel hot burning tears scald his face. And all at once, he will regret it all. He will regret the leaving and the goodbye and the end.
And he will miss you terribly.
But he will know, that he will never get someone like you back. And he will know that the minute he said goodbye, you would be gone for good. Because you’re the type of woman who never needed to be defined by a man. And you’re the type of woman who can withstand anything. Even his goodbye.