Sometimes goodbye doesn't mean a second chance. Sometimes, it attracts you back like a magnet, but it only repels you when you get too close. It makes you yearn again for the things that aren't there anymore. It makes you believe that maybe, just maybe, a second chance is there, but it's not. Maybe it's latent. Maybe it's buried somewhere and someone has to dig it out, but the rock in between the soil and the shovel, makes it difficult. Maybe she placed the rock there. No way around it. Maybe I shouldn't be digging for something that doesn't want to be dug up. Maybe the love buried beneath the soil; the memories, the mistakes, the moments, should stay there. Maybe it's not ready to be dug up yet. Maybe I have to let the rock erode first, before it's safe to dig out the love that was noticeably there. Maybe I should check back once in a while, to see if the rock erodes. Or maybe the magnets that repel me away; her silence, when she looks away, the unwanted hugs, means that I should probably not dig anymore. Move on, and find someone else who would dig for you if the love was somehow buried.
