MIRACLE

It'd been exactly one year. Nothing has really changed. And so I held the pen and wrote,
"The heartache feels fresh even though it's just been a year old. I now know why. I know why the heart is only now starting to cry. I know why the pain keeps me up at night. Everything wrong, I labeled right, every lie, I labeled true..."

I let out a breath I hadn't realised I was holding in.
There.
I finally let it all out, and it felt good.
I hated him for leaving. I hated him because I was crippled by loneliness.

There was still a nagging emptiness in my chest. And so I wrote again;
" They say that sometimes you miss the memories and not the person, and for a while I believed that was what I felt. But no. I miss you and I knew I always would.
R.I.P Nathaniel.J.M. "

And for the first time since he left, I cried not because I hated him but because I missed him.