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Your looked me in my eyes;
Holding my face tenderly in your hands.
I was forced to meet your stare.
You told me that I was strong.
And that you never meant to leave me.
You had always planned on staying by my side.
We took each other in as we hugged goodbye.
I really hate goodbyes.
I remember finding your note.
You had slipped it into my bag.
It was rushed and risky.
By the time I made it out of class that day.
It was too late.
I already knew when I got the call.
It was just white noise filling my ears.
You were gone.
It was like the conversation I never got to start.
It was just you.
You on your own selfish time deciding that you weren't going to be able to make it one more day.
I would never have done that to you...
It was the conversation I never got to finish.
You can only run in circles so long.
Neither wanting to admit you were wrong; this was never going to work out.
It was realizing that we couldn't make it any longer.
Just cold and silent acceptance of the future.
A future without each other.
It was you walking away,
Walking away without an, "I love you."
I never saw you again..
Just the conversation on replay.
It was me and you laying up against a tree.
You told me I looked different than before you left.
And I thanked him because I didn't like the way I looked before.
And I told him that he broke my heart.
I didn't cry because I had done enough of that.
For once I felt strong; like maybe I could do this on my own.
It was the conversation that I never imagined would be our last.
I buried my head in my pillows and cried.
Because I knew that it was acceptable to cry at a death.
I had never been around death.
I was never afraid of it though.
I was young but old enough to know..
It was the conversations that I took for granted.
You told me that, Of course you wouldn't forget me!
And that I would see you again..
You spoke of how we would stay in touch no matter what.
And how I was so loyal.
You told me that you loved me with all your heart,
And that I was beautiful.
She said that she wouldn't let me fade away.
But if you planned on keeping me in your life; seeing me tomorrow,
Why would you say all that?
I knew that was the last conversation that I would ever have with you..