Filed under: confession, friends, friendship, hindsight, relationships, relfections, secret, thoughts, truth
Sometimes I miss you so much I think my heart might explode.
In fact, sometimes I picture just that action.
A dub but no preceding lub
My ventricles
They swell with blood
And I know my valves fail on me because
Sometimes I miss you so much my heart
Explodes.
But I’ll always come to my senses
Really, it’s not that big of a deal
Irrational
I try not to be so I realize:
My heart will keep beating
Just like it has for the past two decades
My heart will keep beating without fail
All day every day. You can’t
Make me explode.
I realize:
You can’t make
Me.
Filed under: change, happiness, happy, hindsight, life, love, relationships, relfections, thoughts, women
I wrapped my hand around the side of her neck. My icy fingers were comforted by the heat she emitted. That would be the last form of comfort I’d ever receive from her. My lips brushed against the edges of her ear the exact manner she had taught me months earlier. “I love you and if you want me to stop, then I will.” Not that she was going to, but she had no time to respond. The orchestra violently started to play. She bought me dinner and brought me home. It was the cleanest break that could possibly come from a situation so messy. She wanted me to stop- so I did. I believe it to be the best thing I’ve ever done for either of us.
The (simple and incredibly satisfying) End.
