Cross your Heart

"Someone will tell you that I'm seeing someone someday and that I'm happy and your hands will stop working. You'll have to work hard to hold on to whatever your holding. I hope it's not glass, I hope it's not breakable. Suddenly you'll remember everything that you ever loved about me. Everything that ever moved you to tears, made your insides feel like they were tying themselves into knots. That I was loyal, that I was open for you, that I smiled against your mouth when you kissed. That it felt easy, like God had put the two of us together deliberately, like it had been the plan all along.

But for whatever reason, you let me go and you thought that it was the right thing and for a little while, it felt like you knew exactly what you were doing. Except now all the parts of you that touched me knows that you're never going to be able to touch me again and that hurts. Even your fingers are sad, even your stomach is aching from the loss of it all.

You're never going to get that again and thats why your regret looks like artwork that would have been a masterpiece if you'd finished it. Your regret looks like plucking a flower before it's bloomed.

So maybe you'll call me and you'll tell me that you miss me and I'll sound gentle on the phone but not in love with you anymore. I'll say 'we happened and we were important but you let me go, I'm sorry, but you let me go'

and that's how you'll know."

Love,
Skye.

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