“At least I can say I tried; at least I can say I wanted this- more than you did.”

Standing and staring at the man you imagined everything with, you couldn’t help but to feel like your heart was being ripped piece by piece out of your chest. Like cotton candy, each pull left you feeling stringy and misshapen.

Every call only went to voicemail. Every touch met with resistance. Every word left deflected.

Left feeling stupid, left feeling sad, pathetic, gross. You simply couldn’t help but still love the soldier in front of you.

“You cut me off, leaving without a goodbye… Was I a fool to think we could grow old together?”

The memories, painting your windows like stained glass that held the past within its cracks. Years and years of pain, longing, grief, and finally to grasp something so fragile in your hands… only to lose it in a day.

“When I’m alone, my mind’s a mess. It’s like you never left, ‘cause your love follows me,” Simon finally said after staring at you as if you were the only thing that made sense in his life anymore, “The feeling’s haunting me. It’s all I’ve ever known; why can’t I let you go?”