But in the meantime, I’m not crying over you. No, I’m not over you just yet, because things like that take time. Yes, I loved you, and a part of me always will. So don’t worry your pretty little head over how I’m feeling. Or you learn to simply put that shirt aside and wear something completely new. You learn to cover them up, to blend them in, to make them a part of your outfit. The thing about stains is that they become a part of you, but they don’t define you. And I will continue without thinking of you, without aching or longing. Our love is like a stain-something permanent, but something I’ll only see if I look for it, if show it to the world, if I pull it from the back of my memory.Ī stain only marks the surface. A smile that will even find its way onto my face when I see you, because I hold no remorse. The corners of my mouth are no longer turned down they are curved into a smile that welcomes the world. I have dreams that extend far beyond what we had planned. I have plans outside the realms of who we were. You were the love I once had, the love that no longer aches in the deepest part of my heart. Our time has come and gone and I only think of you when I stumble upon our memories. I’m no longer hanging onto the possibility of you like a lucky coin in my back pocket. I don’t see my life stretched out before me, long and empty without you in it. I’m not spending my days looking into the mirror, hating my reflection because I can no longer see you. Sometimes love gives us the strength to let go when we least expect it.īut don’t you worry your head over me. Sometimes love does funny things to the way we think. You moved on like what we were wasn’t anything, like I wasn’t the brightest star in your universe. You found ways to distract yourself, new hands to hold. Sometimes you lose what you had so you learn to let go. Sometimes change and stubbornness and distrust do that to even the strongest of lights. We were the flame that flickered towards the end the candle that hit the wick. See, the two of us-we sparked and we burned-and then we burned out. Won’t fail when we’re holding onto it the tightest. Yes, it’s beautiful, but that doesn’t mean it won’t fail sometimes.
See, love is imperfect, despite how we pretend it’s the answer to all we’re looking for, all we need. I’m not afraid to tell the world that I needed you, that you meant everything to me, that our lives were intertwined for a moment, that our love had the promise of forever tied to it with ribbon, a ribbon that loosened and unraveled over time. Taking over our minds and hearts, driving us crazy, making us feel heart-pounding excitement and jaw-clenching anxiety and the warmth of bliss all mixed together.
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