I never imagined it would ever be over. I knew we would be separated, apart, distant, but I never thought the miles would be permanent. Even as I said yes and put a ring on my finger, walked down the aisle and said I do, I always knew you would come for me…someday. I can still picture how you will look when you see me again after so many years passed in quiet longing. I can feel your fingers on my skin and your breath on my lips.
This is why I can’t let go and why I keep trying to. I keep asking myself how you got over our love so utterly, but you haven’t, have you? Maybe if I could hear the release in your voice, I could believe it’s as over as your words proclaim. But every time you scream out that you have forgotten the sound of my voice or how it feels when my nails dig into your back, I hear the flutter in your voice, the way you cling to the tenuous thread holding together the illusion that we are over.