Letters from a teenager with the mindset of an adult

Au Revoir

Through gasped breaths and hushed words.
I will always love you.
Through shouted insults and murmured excuses.
I will always adore you.
As my lungs are ripped from my body and my heart stolen to be sold.
I will always forgive you.
My skin may never bruise, but my heart will always break.
For you were the one I looked up to.
With adoring eyes, I saw you.
With a bright smile, I called to you.
And with hopeful ears, I listened to you.
You were my everything, and I yearned to be yours.
To be on such a high shelf of your priorities was a dream.
To be held so dearly to your soul was a fantasy.
But even shining trophies shall turn dull, once glimmering with pride, now only collecting dust.
What seemed to be so irreplaceable now meaningless.
Am I too the same?
Once your pride and joy now am I destined to the same fate?
Forever forgotten.
Forever lost.
Without your hand to hold, I am blind.
For my sight as been taken, clouded by want, clouded by grief.
I stand at the funeral, and I say goodbye.
I say goodbye to your hugs.
I say goodbye to your laugh.
I say goodbye to your memory.
Your love.
You.
Us.
I can love you, I can want you, I can adore and forgive you.
But I can no longer miss you.
For I don't miss you, I miss the thought of who you were.