I wanted you to speak more and you did. and I didn’t like some of what you said. I was mad because you had been perfect. the little that you had said was perfect. then you spoke more to me and
you weren’t perfect anymore.
I saw your flaws
And I didn’t like them
But something happened, something that broke my usual mold :
I didn’t run. I didn’t stop caring. not an ounce of indifference came over me.
some things you said bothered me. some ways in which you acted made me sad. because you mattered. because I was starting to feel unconditional love slowly bubbling inside of me.
I wish I didn’t have to let you go.
but this is the last goodbye, and I thank you for the feeling.
white rock, 2016