Dear Ariella,
You left the next day.
The pain was so unbearable,
To see you leave again.
I cried and cried after you left,
And looked up your flight time.
It was 2:35 PM.
I threw some pants, boxers, shirts, a brush, toiletries, and my wallet into a suitcase.
I bought some tickets online.
By the time I left,
It was 2:03.
I was never going to make it.
I rushed through security, getting yelled at by a few guards until they realized I was obviously not here to terrorize.
I heard your flight number call, and sprinted harder than I ever have.
When I got to your gate,
You were already handing in your ticket.
I screamed your name,
You spun around, cranking all heads at us.
I told you I couldn't let you slip away again.
You ran up to me, and kissed me passionately before saying, and I quote,
"I have to leave. I need to stop your pain. I'm no good for you."
And with that you left.
I sort of just broke down,
Right there.
Pity hung in the room like a wet cloth, but I didn't care.
You couldn't end my pain by leaving
So I would end it myself.
-Lucas
