I thought I would never know a worst pain like that day, and then I was reunited by a new kind of ache. Now I know, it hurts just the same… but you, you tear me apart so gently. Every rip is kissed with soft lips that says “I’m sorry”. Each teardrop held with a tender “I’m here”. There are no bruises, the end didn’t see a call to arms, instead, our arms interweaved to hold a white flag in between us, marked with the words “we tried”, and that’s what hurts the most, even your goodbye was kind.

What sweet agony it was to have loved and lost you.

Moi.R.D