My hand yearns to write happy things,
but my broken heart still won’t let me.
I always said that if your love ever stopped, I wouldn’t hold it against you. I never saw you as merely an object to obtain, a subject to study, or a city to be conquered. You said you’d never loved someone as deeply as you had loved me. I slowly started to believe it.
You asked me so much and shared so little. I didn’t even notice because I was so happy to just be heard; ecstatic to be understood. I opened my heart to you. You flipped its pages and didn’t like what you read. When I learned to trust, you fled. I didn’t appreciate the sudden silence at first. It seemed harsh, but I understand now.
When infatuation is gone, and it’s impossible to explain the loss, what’s left to say but goodbye? Though you didn’t even say that, I’m glad you didn’t try, because your disingenuousness would have shone through.
Don’t forget me, nor erase me. Leave me burning in your memories as a mistake that made you a better person.
-R.P.D. Sanders