Sad Quotes #2

#55

He came up and kissed me on my forehead, and before he steeped away, I closed my eyes and tried hard to memorize this moment. I wanted to remember him exactly as he was right then, how his arms looked brown against his white shirt, the way his hair was cut a little too short in the front. Even the bruise, there because of me. Then he was gone. Just for that moment, the thought that I might never see him again... it felt worse than death. I wanted to run after him. Tell him anything, everything. Just don't go. Please just never go. Please just always be bear me, so I can at least see you. Because it felt final. I always believed that we would find our way back to each other every time. That no matter what, we would be connected bye our history, by this house. But this time, this time, it felt final. Like I would never see him again, or that when I did, it would be different, there would be q mountain between us. I knew it in my bones. That this time was it. I had finally made my choice, and so bad he. He let me go. I was relieved, which I expected. What I didn't expect was to feel so much grief.