Saying goodbye
My sister asked me if this song reminded me of you because lately, I've been humming the lyrics with a peculiar nostalgia. She doesn't know this is the last song you sent me when we had the conversation that should have never happened. She doesn't know you are seeing someone new now. She doesn't know this love isn't going anywhere anymore. It stops at a closed door. Even though you promised the door would always be open, someone else has the key. Some nights I come back, and sit outside. I call your name, but there is no love to take. When I think I can make up the sound of your breathing behind the peephole, it all goes quiet. What went wrong? Why did it end like this? I imagine there will come a day when I've sat outside long enough that I will forget who the door belongs to, or how I even stumbled upon it in the first place. But moving on is so damn difficult, and empty. I feel like a stupid fool for allowing myself to drown in tears whenever you decide ...