Gone, forever and always. I will miss you. Or at least the person I thought you were. The boy with the laughs, the boy with the smiles. The boy with the love. I struggle to remind myself that boy doesn’t exist. Not today, Not tomorrow. Not the next day, or the next, or the next. Not ever, I tell myself. You were just a dream, too good to be true, but, unlike other dreams I have, this one will leave a mark. A large gash across my heart, One that wont be able to mend itself. It’s hard to forget about a broken heart, much like it’s hard to forget a broken bone. It’s just there, useless, in the way, hard to function with. So now that you’ve handicapped me, I will live useless for a while, broken and just there. Of course, I will heal sooner or later, but it will take time and perfect care. So now I say goodbye, so I can leave and heal sooner.
December 22, 2011