September
(Disclaimer: I intended to post this back when it actually was September, but it clearly didn't happen. So enjoy, and think of autumn).
This is the ending, even though I don't want it to be.
Remember when we met?
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It was....now. Early September, three years ago. Though the sky was a gorgeous blue, the weather held a touch of the fall crispness that was yet to come. The sun shone amber above the maple trees, and the world was getting ready for fall, to start over again. The air was thick with resolutions and newness; we were setting up for another year of our lives.I saw you standing there in the doorway, the sun catching in your hair. I remember how I wanted to be outside in the sun, or at least close to it, as you were. Just then you met my eyes. I did not know you, or you me, and we knew nothing of what was in store for us.
It wasn't until much later that I learned I was in love with you.
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Sometimes I look back and wish I had done things differently. Maybe things would have ended better, maybe it would have made no difference. Nothing lasts forever. We were going to leave each other eventually, and then...? It starts tomorrow. You go your way, I'll go mine, we'll go on with our lives. Maybe we'll cross paths again someday, meet up in an unlikely place at an unlikely time. We'll share a breif conversation and a chummy smile; I'll remember that I used to love you more than anything, but by that point, it will same so distant, almost fictious.Maybe we'll brush by each other and not even realize it, so much time will have passed. We won't recognize one another, and these three years will be a but line in our memoirs. "While I was living in that awful town....we spent time together...in love? Oh, I don't remember. I was so young. I don't even remember his name."
We said our "goodbyes" months ago, and though I anticipated I wouldn't see you again, I held onto the hope. But in two months I did not see you, and now I know I never will. I told myself that last night we were together that it would be the last, and in my mind I knew it. It's my heart, my goddamn heart that won't let go of you.
It's September. The world is getting ready for fall, to start over again. Now I must join them.
I'm going back to the beginning.
This is the ending, even though I don't want it to be.
Remember when we met?
****
It was....now. Early September, three years ago. Though the sky was a gorgeous blue, the weather held a touch of the fall crispness that was yet to come. The sun shone amber above the maple trees, and the world was getting ready for fall, to start over again. The air was thick with resolutions and newness; we were setting up for another year of our lives.I saw you standing there in the doorway, the sun catching in your hair. I remember how I wanted to be outside in the sun, or at least close to it, as you were. Just then you met my eyes. I did not know you, or you me, and we knew nothing of what was in store for us.
It wasn't until much later that I learned I was in love with you.
****
Sometimes I look back and wish I had done things differently. Maybe things would have ended better, maybe it would have made no difference. Nothing lasts forever. We were going to leave each other eventually, and then...? It starts tomorrow. You go your way, I'll go mine, we'll go on with our lives. Maybe we'll cross paths again someday, meet up in an unlikely place at an unlikely time. We'll share a breif conversation and a chummy smile; I'll remember that I used to love you more than anything, but by that point, it will same so distant, almost fictious.Maybe we'll brush by each other and not even realize it, so much time will have passed. We won't recognize one another, and these three years will be a but line in our memoirs. "While I was living in that awful town....we spent time together...in love? Oh, I don't remember. I was so young. I don't even remember his name."
We said our "goodbyes" months ago, and though I anticipated I wouldn't see you again, I held onto the hope. But in two months I did not see you, and now I know I never will. I told myself that last night we were together that it would be the last, and in my mind I knew it. It's my heart, my goddamn heart that won't let go of you.
It's September. The world is getting ready for fall, to start over again. Now I must join them.
I'm going back to the beginning.
posted by M. Butterfly | 10:37 pm
It's been 9 years, and I still can't shake that kind of love. My heart thinks it's the Titanic and is trying to take me down with it. Best of luck in the beginning.
I agree with flameon. When my heart was broken, I remember people telling me that one day I would just wake up and be over it. That was five years ago. Last week, emailed me out of no where.
I wasn't over it.