the first thing i noticed about you was your smile. it pulled me in, and i was a fool for not resisting.

i guess you could say i loved your smile more than i loved you.


we watched a thunderstorm from your porch, leaves and rain falling down, wind howling, thunder roaring.

you said the flashes of lightning were beautiful, and you watched them with your eyes closed.

but i couldn't bring myself to close my eyes, not even for a second.

i was too busy staring at you.


we were standing on a bridge, watching the water run run run beneath us. fireflies danced in the air, playing a game of tag that i could only watch; never join.

your voice broke my thoughts. 'isn't it amazing how humans can link one piece of land to another with bridges like this one?'

i could only nod and wish someone would invent bridges to link people.

bridges that no one would ever knock down.


'love is a lie,' you told me. it was winter, snow falling around us, and i reached for your hand in the cold only for you to pull away.

'love is a lie,' you repeated, 'just like everything else.'

but then, who's the liar?


i was on your couch, half-asleep and saying nonsense things about the weather and how flowers are lonely and didn't that tree's leaves look reddish-purple? 

and you put your arm around me, and the sound of your breathing drowned out the television, and


you were smiling.


i wrote my name on your wrist.

when you asked why, i just said, 'so you won't forget me.'

but it faded, of course, just like i will.


'you're beautiful,' you said, kissing the spaces between my fingers.

that's when i found out who the liar was.

you, you,



you were gone for the weekend, visiting family members. i was on my bed, hopes and phone in hand.

'do you miss me?' i asked.

i won't try to say how much it hurt when you said 'no'.


i had a dream of you driving away in autumn wind, waving goodbye, and i could do nothing but stare and think this can't be happening.

and i woke up to find you gone. the only reminders i have of your existence are these photographs and a post-it note.

'goodbye' is all it says.


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  • This is going on the front page
one year ago

  • positively negative
11 months ago

This is so beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time. Sending love <3

  • It is beautiful, and beautiful things hurt.
11 months ago

Thank you for writing this. It is beautiful. That's why it hurts so much. It's the sweetest, suffocating feeling of pain. You have a way with words. You could say you invented bridges to link people together with your words in the end. Thank you.

  • S
9 months ago

i hope you never stop writing

  • anonymous lover
one month ago

Im crying

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