Someone will tell you that she’s seeing someone someday 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 it’s not glass, I hope it’s not
breakable.
Suddenly you’ll remember everything that you ever loved
about her.
Everything that ever moved you to tears, made your insides feel
like they were tying themselves into 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 you thought that it
was the right thing and for a little while, it felt like you knew
exactly what you were doing.
Except now all the parts of you that touched her knows that
you’re never going to be able to touch her again and that
hurts.
Even your fingers are sad, even your stomach is aching from the
loss of it all.
You’re never going to get that again and that’s why
your regret looks like artwork that would have been masterpiece
if you’d finished it.
Your regret looks like plucking a flower before it’s
bloomed.
So maybe you’ll call her and you’ll tell her that you
miss her and she’ll sound gentle on the phone but not in
love with you anymore.
She’ll say ‘we happened and we were important but you
let me go, I’m sorry, but you let me go’
and that’s how you’ll know.
Guyy · 9 years ago
Did you write this yourself?
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