A Wednesday night 9:23pm
Yesterday we ran until our bodies lounged in warmth. Yesterday we saw our breath under street light lamps.
Yesterday she told me that this would be our last year and our last day of it. She had also told me that after these few hundred days are gone we may never make contact again.
Unfortunately I was okay with that. There is no cheating the inevitable. It was the first time she spoke of it, finally saw reality within her mother's windows that somehow reflected purple and green lights.
She made me want to tear up. For something I've already teared up over. It wasn't a heartbreaking moment but just a time where your head fills up with warm water and threatens to spill out of your eyes.
So I'll take the time now and get it out of the way.
We'll miss each other. But then we'll grow and grow until everything had built up and spilled over. So we'll clean it up and throw away the waste but won't ever return to it.
With all of this I am thankful. Completely inspired by every one of you. Mixing me up or just setting me flat it has so far been great years. I'll keep in mind of everything and how yesterday went. I'll remember the background music of our laughter and shouts. And the smell of starry nights and crunched leaves.
Most importantly I'll keep the way we laughed and cried but still made everything beautiful within hearts reach.
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