one.
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.
two.
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.
three.
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.
four.
'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?
five.
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
six.
you were smiling.
seven.
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.
eight.
'you're beautiful,' you said, kissing the spaces between my fingers.
that's when i found out who the liar was.
you, you,
you.
nine.
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'.
ten.
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.
goodbye.
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- It is beautiful, and beautiful things hurt.
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- anonymous lover