The most beautiful

The most beautiful

The most beautiful

We haven’t spoken in about a year, nearly longer since things ended between us. You tried to be a friend but I didn’t want to be placed there.  We shared the same space for a time, all the while on the outside my composure was calm, inside I was falling apart.  Though we could text, your body seemed to say stay away from, and in that space you were telling me see me without you, see me happy without you. I closed contact with you, i didn’t answer txts. I began to avoid you. It was difficult to close the communication between us because i was hanging on too much for signs that wouldn’t show.  It took a toll having to see you walk out the door without me, it always seemed to reinforce the truth of things. I haven’t let you go though. When I finally left I should think it was the hardest thing, but I needed space, and I couldn’t be your friend. I didn’t want to see you move on.  I was back home not too long ago and wondered if we would run into each other.  I agonized over calling or texting, but maybe too much time had passed, I have to think you’ve moved on, but even then just the memory of you always puts a smile on my face.  I cherish what was, hoping one day we will meet each other again.

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