The last time I felt alive – I was looking into your eyes. Breathing your air, touching your skin, saying goodbye. The last time I felt alive, I was dying.
It’s times like this when it’s over a year later and I’m still crying over you that I want to turn to you and say: See – This is why I asked you never to kiss me.
Each second can never be repeated, retracted or relived. So if someone gives you their time, you should appreciate it for the precious gift that it is.
It hurts that I was just one page in the book of your life. But what hurts more is knowing you’ll revise that chapter someday, and you’ll erase me completely.
When you experience loss, people say you’ll move through the 5 stages of grief: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. What they don’t tell you is that you’ll cycle through them all every day.
I think perhaps I will always hold a candle for you – even until it burns my hand. And when the light has long since gone I will be there in the darkness holding what remains, quite simply because I cannot let go.
