You gave me your whole heart, and I ended up wounded. Grasped in fear at the thought of losing you, what could’ve been, another cliché to add to the list. I felt provoked by my insight of loving you. Ordained in nature. No sense in logic or logistics. It did not look good on paper. Still, I trailed you. Came back, and the horses were off from the start.
Now you’re leaving. I knew you were leaving, though I pushed it from my most distant of minds. Buried deep down, below my subconscious so even I couldn’t peruse down for it in my most rampant session of thoughts. I looked away. I didn’t want to look. Somehow, some way; we were going to fix things. Were. Outside the window, look – I threw it. I don’t mean that in a coy way or a snotty way, I mean that in knowing no matter how hard we tried – this new time date will not offer us security to reach the point of us honing how we treat each other to maintain stability. I want to be supported. I want to be acknowledged; frequently! You’re always away, even in your mind when I sit next to you.
I guess what I mean to say is, I’m sorry and I forgive you.
I thought I lost you at that moment.
I was going to walk away in a brisk breeze and push aside all my hopes, wants, and dreams I’ve thought of sharing in with a life with you.
You still asked for a kiss before I left.
I hope that’s the note we end it on.
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