There's nothing good about goodbyes. At least with her. I mean, she was never there to actually say it, and that's to say her heart was never with me to begin with, and I along the way had obsessively attached myself to the silhouette of her love. She had never defined what she felt, so I was constantly stuck in a cycle of breaking my own heart. Chasing. And chasing. Forever Finding new reasons to chase. That maybe, if I loved a little more, if I tried a little harder, if I could reach a little further, then maybe, she'd reach for my hand too and we'd become casseroled in this steamy kind of love I always desired. But if ever in another reality, where I didn't carry the burden of never having my thirst for her love quenched, I'd look at things with a new set of eyes. That in a way, that's the greatest gift she ended up giving me, her absence, not her desert of a heart. And that there is good after all in some goodbyes.
Sincerely Craig
