someday, someone will tell you that she's seeing someone else and that she's happy and your hands will stop working. You'll have to work hard to hold onto whatever you're holding. I hope its not glass; I hope its not breakable. Suddenly, you'll remember everything you ever loved about her. Everything that moved you to tears, made your stomach tie itself in knots. that she was loyal, that she was open for you, that she smiled against your mouth when you kissed. that it felt easy, like God had put the two of you together deliberately, like it had been the plan all along. but for whatever reason, you let her go. and for a while, you thought it was the right thing to do and you felt as if you knew exactly what you were doing. You tried with other girls, but you just didn't get the same rush. Except now, every part of you that touched her aches because you know you'll never be able to touch her again. You're never going to get that again and thats why your regret looks like artwork that would have been a masterpiece, if you ever finished it. your regret looks like plucking a flower before it blooms. so maybe you'll call her and tell her you miss her and how sorry you are and she'll sound gentle on the phone, but not in love with you anymore. she'll say, "We happened and thats important, but you let me go. I'm sorry but you let me go" and that's how you'll know you've lost her.
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