You can choose not to label things but at the end of the day, it doesn’t change the fact that it was real. That regardless of how hard you fought to let logic reign, you had feelings. The pain you feel after losing a person doesn’t lessen with the type of relationship you have. A heartbreak has the same intensity even if the setting varies. Our universe was made up of beautiful words. Through that little rectangular box, I learned that it was possible to genuinely like someone again.
I promised myself that I wouldn’t write about you anymore. Here I am breaking that oath as I finish another bottle of beer. On nights like this, I remember smiling at your messages. No matter where I was or who I was with, you knew how to keep my interest. I could talk to you about anything and everything. You were different. You were smart, charming and mischievous. Your mind was a galaxy I excitedly explored every day.
I guess when you reach the end of things, that’s when you think about the beginning. Even in anger, I would immortalize you as someone wonderful. I tried melting your ice and on rare moments, I was rewarded by your warmth. If this was my last flight to Neverland, you were worth spending my last ounce of fairy dust for.
Find me again on your next lifetime, Babe…