NO GOODBYE

Dear Blank,

Every once in a while, I notice just what an inhumanely lovely human you are. Every time you talk to me, my heart flutters with anticipation but my hand shakes because I know that with mere combinations of twenty six letters, you have the absolute power of crushing my self worth to shards of delicate glass that will break and pierce at my skin, leaving behind a trail of crimson blood seeping from my fingers as I try to glue together what you've broken of me. 

There are times though, when I want to talk to you. I want to tell you everything that makes me happy. It would be so easy. You made me happy at one stage. You made me feel loved. You made me feel like the wind danced in my hair, the shore kissed my feet and like you told me that warm summer night, the stars shone in my eyes. You made me feel like you wanted me. Only me. You made me feel like the words pouring from your mouth weren't recycled lines you fed every girl.

The truth is, I miss you all the time. I stopped talking to you, not because I didn't want to be your friend, but because I thought I was annoying you. And I'm just waiting for you to tell me you miss me too. 

What's done is done though. It's not over until it's over. But in our unfortunate case my friend, it is over. Maybe it always has been over and we mistook that for it starting. 

From Reminiscence