Waiting for the call
I think back to when we used to spend hours on the phone. To a time when we almost. I kept the same number all these years hoping that one day you would call. “Hello”
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You Broke Me
You. You played your part. But, I also played mine too. I never realized that my time was running out, until you pulled the rug from under me. Until I realized that there was no going back. There was a time when I would call, and even if you didn't answer, I knew you would call back. Now, I deleted your number, erased most of the emails we shared, and despite how I hate you, I still have that stupid picture from our time in Vegas. I was stupid. You made me stupid. I believed you and yet, you broke up. You broke me and I never truly healed. I have tried to move on, and have had somewhat of a decent experience of getting over you. But when you creep into my life in ways that make you almost undetectable, I feel you. I see you. I see it there in plain sight. You went on with your life. Married. Wife. Kid and the dog. You gave her what you had once upon a time promised me. Life. You broke me. But one day, I will be alright.
It’s a strange and beautiful thing to walk where you walk, to stand in the places that hold pieces of you. To imagine the world through your eyes, if only for a moment. Once, you saw through mine too.
ReplyDeleteThat breeze along the seawall it brought a stillness I didn’t know I needed. And in that quiet, I whispered, “I’m sorry.” Because I am. And I always will be.
Chapters end. They’re meant to. But the pages we wrote together will never fade. Our story stretched across continents. We grew up side by side… and now, we grow old apart. And somehow, that’s okay.
If sorrow has a sound, it echoes in every moment I didn’t make right. Know that I have never stopped aching for the hurt I caused.
We will always have our story. And it was beautiful. I am glad you saw this beautiful city and walked some of my favourite parts. The seawall is my favourite.
ReplyDeleteApology accepted. Time is precious. Enjoy the moments to come in the new book.