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The Last of Him

I just went through a indescribable amount of feelings and events.

I wrote this a few days late once I was able to form a coherent thought without crying.

You do not have to read this.

Yesterday was the worse day of my existence.

I would not like to go into the details but all you, the reader, need to know is He is no longer in my life.

And that it is my fault, people will tell you it is not, I removed Him for both of our good. I got stuck with the responsibility of the hard decisions.

The reason for His absence is too painful for me to even express into words for you to read.

I feel as though I could burst into angry/sad tears tears any moment.

Everytime I think of Him it as though the stitches that were holding my broken heart together have been ripped wide open and I'm vulnerable to the world once again.

Or it is as if my body has been burned by the flames of fatal attraction, again.

But the time I had with Him was worth the pain,  I wouldn't trade it for any other person to occupy that time in my universe.

Everytime I think of His laugh another piece of me is lost in time to Him.

I have wrote this as my last time to speak of him, I will no longer think of how he used to be or how he used to make me feel.

Though he did catch me in my time of weakness in my half conscious half high state. He text me the simple word "Goodnight" and without my full concent my fingers replied to him desperate to get another response.

Never again will he get me in a time of weakness. No one will.

I will attempt to be hopeful for the future, but it will be a no for a while.

I am done playing with fire for a while, but not forever.

-A.G.