And when you're gone, will they love you the same?
Oh, when you're gone, we won't say your word
But you know that's okay.
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A year ago this homecoming weekend, she was sitting on my couch, urging me and my roommate to come see the parade with her. a year ago, she would've been dating you.
if only we knew then what we knew now. but that's life.
6 months later, she had removed every bit of you from her life. it hurt you - oh, did I see how it broke you for a time. you were angry, furious that she displayed so little care for you, that she seemed to single out you to put you through such pain.
Now, I can't help but wonder if she thought she was protecting you by removing herself from your picture.
because, perhaps, she knew.
and maybe I'm giving her the benefit of the doubt.
but look how far a year has taken us.
1 comment:
it was a redefinition of pain. it seemed to be methodical and calculated. it was a searing hot knife that had been dulled due to repeated stabbings that she was still attempting to stick between my ribs.
the craziest thing kept happening during that time though: the sun came up every morning.
i'll give her the benefit of the doubt, too.
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