I remember what it felt like to love you so completely.
Every night I spent with you, I never imagined we would reach our last. This was the night that began with a hurricane warning, the coldness of your heart, and the letting go of what I held so dear to mine. It ended with morning arriving with breakfast for two. The chandelier above us in our hotel’s restaurant painted the picture of what I wanted for us. I wanted us to create beauty out of shards of glass, of our broken hearts. Somewhere between the chiming and the bellboy, we found our way to the airport. Me, boarding the flight that would take me over 1,000 miles away from you,
Away from us.
I remember what it felt like to have you near me, when you made me laugh until I cried,
When you made me cry until I begged for you to love me again,
I remember all of this, and I go back and forth within these memories. I become filled with so much yearning, so much loathing, so much…
I’m growing indifferent.
Because we were long distance long before I stepped aboard my flight;
You gave me the best and worst times of my life.
How do I thank you?
How do I forget you?
How do I ever love again?